Zhu Feng said: "Nan Yan, at that time, I shouldn't have treated you like that."
"..."
Nan Yan was completely speechless.
Not only was she speechless, at this moment, even her own heartbeat and breathing had completely stopped, or rather, she had forgotten.
Just staring blankly at the face that was so close at hand.
After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice that was not like his own: "Your Majesty, why do you say that?"
"..."
Zhu Feng looked at her, was silent for a while, and said, "Zhen, that's all I can say."
"..."
Hearing these words, Nan Yan's throat choked again.
Of course she also understood the meaning of Zhu Feng's words.
As an emperor, even if he realizes that he has done something wrong, he can't admit his mistakes, because the emperor can't make mistakes, and only others can make mistakes. Even if he really did something wrong, what to do, It is also about finding someone else to take responsibility for your mistakes.
In this way, it is already his limit.
As for Nanyan, she had almost reached her limit.
She was sitting on the soft carpet. Although the whole bedroom was burning with earth dragons, it was as warm as spring, and Zhu Feng's warm body was beside her, like a stove, but she felt an incomparably chill, from the bottom of her heart. Constantly seeping out.
This intertwining of cold and heat is like the blending of ice and fire.
Let her blood be cold for a while and scald for a while.
She was so trembling that she couldn't even say a word, but Zhu Feng lay on the carpet again, and took two steps in front of her, like a huge tiger approaching her, but his breath, However, it was different from the usual kind of evil spirit that would make people dwarf, on the contrary, it was unbelievably gentle.
Rubbing her forehead with his forehead, the tip of his nose touching hers.
He said, "Are you still in pain?"
…
Nan Yan looked at him blankly.
But I understand very well in my heart that it has been so long, and the truth has come to light, no matter how big the wound on the body is, it has scabbed over by this time.
So, what he meant by that was—
can you forgive me
Nanyan's lips trembled, and her throat made a rattling sound. In fact, even if she could speak at this time, she couldn't utter a word.
Because she didn't know what to say.
Just looking at that beautiful face so close at hand, there are too many pasts in front of her eyes, good and bad, cold and hot, intertwined in front of her eyes, and even more intertwined in her heart, making her mind blank.
In such helplessness and panic, she suddenly felt a warm touch on her trembling lips.
"...!"
Nan Yan suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Seeing Zhu Feng, he couldn't help but leaned forward and tapped her lips lightly.
"Does it still hurt?"
"..."
"If it still hurts, tell me, and I will do everything I can to make you forget the pain of the past."
"..."
"If you don't speak, I will treat you as painless."
"..."
"Say it… "
Nan Yan bit her lower lip hard, almost tearing her lip. Although Zhu Feng's tone was gentle and not as aggressive as usual, his words were really like a knife. Bit by bit, it penetrated into her heart.
Isn't it ready
Why, it still hurts
She didn't understand, and she couldn't answer, she could only wrap her arms around his neck when he asked again—
"...!"
Zhu Feng's eyes widened in astonishment when he was blocked by flowery lips.
(end of this chapter)