A ray of light fell on a pair of hands.
And this pair of hands is not one person's hands, but two hands clasped together, with the index fingers intertwined.
After falling asleep at this time, Nan Yan also gradually became a little awake. Feeling that her hands were heavy and hot, she frowned slightly, and then opened her eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he froze.
Because the one who caught my eyes was Zhu Feng who was sitting by the bed!
I don't know if he didn't sleep all night, but his eyes were bloodshot and his eyes turned blue.
And his gaze—
Nan Yan had never seen such a gaze before. Zhu Feng's gaze was either deep and incomprehensible, or violent and vicious. But at this moment, when he looked down at himself, his gaze was still, and his eyes In the depths, there seemed to be something flickering.
With a trace of fanaticism, but also a trace of bewilderment.
He looked like a man walking in the desert, extremely hungry and thirsty, suddenly came to a water source, looked at the clear spring flowing under his feet, but didn't know what to do.
Being looked at by him like this, Nan Yan seemed to be a little dazed for a while.
I have absolutely no idea what to do.
The two of them just looked at each other quietly.
Although he didn't move and didn't say anything, when he saw Nan Yan wake up, Zhu Feng's hand that had been holding her tightly all night began to exert force involuntarily. His palm was already wide, and he clasped Nan Yan's little hand live.
The ten fingers are clasped together, and the palms are completely ironed together.
It's no wonder that in the dream, I can feel an inexplicable heat rushing straight into my heart.
At this moment, the heat that belonged to him was still continuously passing from his palm to her palm, and then warmed all the way along the arm into her heart, Nan Yan felt a little trembling inexplicably.
At this time, Zhu Feng finally spoke.
The whole night of silence and the torment and churning inside made him feel like a piece of ice wrapped in flames. When he opened his mouth at this time, his voice was completely hoarse.
"you're awake."
"..."
Nan Yan didn't answer him right away, because hearing his hoarse voice, like rough sand and gravel, made her feel like she was in the desert.
It was like the breath left over from a dream.
She was silent for a while, but asked softly: "Have you arranged everything about the little princess?"
"..."
Zhu Feng's gaze flickered again.
He could see that although Nan Yan had woken up for a while and looked up at him, the expression in her eyes was always hazy, or in other words, she hadn't been separated from the dream.
But when she opened her mouth, she asked this.
She did see it.
Still worrying about myself...
Hearing this sentence, there was a fire of karma burning inside him, and the feeling of burning all inside him faded a little bit. Zhu Feng looked down at her, his voice was so hoarse that he almost lost his voice, and only said in a deep voice: "Everyone arranged."
"..."
Hearing this, Nan Yan didn't know what it was like in her heart, so she just nodded slightly.
Then, he looked at his hand again.
She didn't know when Zhu Feng came, but it seemed that this feeling had always existed in the dream, and she didn't know how long it had been.
If she had looked at the hands of the two clasped in this way before, Zhu Feng would probably have let go, but this time, Zhu Feng did not let go.
Instead, with a slight force, interlocking her fingers.
Nan Yan frowned suddenly.
But he heard his hoarse voice saying: "What should I do?"
"..."
"What do you want me to do?"
"..."
"Nanyan...?"
Each of his few words was like a red-hot needle piercing into his chest abruptly, Nan Yan's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and the corners of his eyes suddenly turned hot and red.
She bit her lower lip tightly, subconsciously wanting to retract her hand.
"Nanyan!"
Zhu Feng was a little anxious, as if Nan Yan wanted to not only pull his hand out of his hand, but also want to leave his whole body away from him. He clasped his big hand and held Nan Yan's hand tightly. , but because her voice was already hoarse, when she was called like this, her voice revealed a kind of panic and determination.
It was as if a person was screaming shrilly.
He doesn't allow, doesn't allow her to leave!
Nan Yan frowned even tighter. She looked up at him, then at her fingers that were gripped so tightly by him, they were almost white with tension, she was silent for a moment, and then said: "It hurts."
"...!"
Hearing her cry of pain, Zhu Feng became a little flustered again.
He wanted to let go of his hand, but he hesitated to let go completely. The big hand was tight and loose, loose and tight, almost crushing Nan Yan's hand bones.
Nan Yan took a deep breath, and said lightly: "If the emperor must do something, let go of the concubine first?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Feng looked down at her.
"Where are you going?"
"..."
Nan Yan was lying on the bed, not even intending to get up, just lying there quietly, her eyes were extremely indifferent, with a bit of frosty breath, and said lightly: "Where can I go?"
"..."
Zhu Feng's heart seemed to be slightly plucked by something.
Finally, she slowly let go of her hand.
But just when Nan Yan was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Um?"
Nan Yan looked up at him in astonishment, but saw Zhu Feng frowning, put his hands back under the quilt, and tucked the corners of his quilt.
"..."
He clearly knows that he is guilty at this time, and everything he has experienced before cannot be redeemed by this moment of warmth...
But the warmth at this moment is indeed real.
Nan Yan sighed softly in her heart.
Seeing the slight redness in the corners of her eyes, Zhu Feng said in a deep voice, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"..."
Nan Yan thought for a while, then raised her head to look at him again, her eyes seemed to have some deep meaning: "Where's the emperor? Is the emperor sleeping well?"
"I, I didn't sleep well."
"..."
"I didn't seem to be asleep, but I seemed to be asleep again, and I had a long dream."
"..."
"I seem to be in a dream. I have experienced many things, but when I think about it carefully, I seem to be unable to remember."
Nan Yan was silent for a while, then said lightly: "Perhaps, it should be forgotten."
"..."
"Things that should be forgotten will naturally not be remembered, and there is no need to think about it again."
Zhu Feng looked at her drooping eyelids, and his voice became even hoarse, almost unable to make a sound, and only said in a hoarse breath: "But there are some things, I already know."
"...!"
Nan Yan frowned slightly.
My heart seemed to be pricked by something again.
Seeing her silent appearance, Zhu Feng slowly bent down, stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, and said in a hoarse voice, "Nan Yan, you—"
"..."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
(end of this chapter)