Nan Huai stood motionless.
Light-colored pupils stared at the girl.
He suddenly remembered that when they met for the first time, the other party's voice was soft and glutinous, and he seemed to be shy and cute, and he took the initiative to hug him, and when he pursed his lips, his little dimple was soft and cute.
When she asked him why he didn't wait for her to lift the red veil, her tone was a little disappointed.
He didn't know that it was the red yarn with her name on it.
He just frowned and pushed her away in disgust.
There are many things.
For example, he didn't consider what kind of mood she felt when she gave that cheap gift.
At that time, he was surrounded by various princes, and her gift was actually specially designed to help him.
Right
But he just threw them away indifferently, like throwing away something that disgusted him.
So really, there is no joy in one separation and two wide.
…
"I don't need the umbrella, you can go by yourself." The girl raised her hand and pushed him away, walked into the rain with her head down, and walked towards the yard alone.
The boy stepped forward almost subconsciously, put an umbrella over her head, and slowly chased her two steps.
Then he stopped again and stood there staring at her blankly.
He was a little weak in his hands.
The umbrella hangs down.
The rain fell on the fair and delicate face, the long eyelashes were completely wet, and the eyes were blurred.
It was as if all the emotions had been taken away, and there was only light fluster in my heart, and my heart seemed to be falling continuously, but there was a sharp pain again.
He lowered his eyelashes, the rain lowered his eyelashes, like a kitten, he murmured: "wife master."
Wife master...
She said and left.
But if it's Heli, this title really can't be called at all. Maybe someone else will call her that in the future...
He stood there for two seconds in a daze, his eyelashes drooping indiscriminately, he was so flustered that he had no energy, he lost the umbrella between his fingers, and chased after him with a pale face.
Prime Minister Mo was left alone in the garden.
…
The servant boy was standing in front of the door. He had just delivered clean clothes to the eldest lady. In a blink of an eye, he saw a young man in snow-colored clothes stepping into the courtyard. His face was pale, and his lips had faded a little.
He seemed a little cold, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice trembled: "What about her?"
The servant boy didn't hear clearly, but when he saw the little prince was drenched, he rushed up in surprise: "Your Highness? What's wrong with you..."
The boy's snow-white clothes were stained wet, but he didn't seem to notice it at all. His light-colored cat-like pupils lifted up, and he swept across the room helplessly. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is the wife?"
The servant boy felt astonished, and quickly replied: "It's in the east wing."
After answering, before he had time to ask if he wanted to change clothes, the elegant snow color passed by, and the servant boy could only see His Highness's wet eyelashes. In the eyes, it seems that the stars have fallen into pieces.
Nanhuai crosses the courtyard.
After seeing the wing room, he panicked even more, and grabbed his sleeves tightly with his fingertips.
He stood in the yard with a pale face, even though the heavy rain hit him all over his body without moving, as if he couldn't sense his surroundings.
The raindrops rolled down the eyelashes one by one, and slid into the collar along the chin, making people shiver with cold.
He stood there blankly for a while, and finally stepped forward slowly.
The slender white fingertips lightly touched the door, the young man lowered his head and whispered: "Wife, wife master."
He pursed his thin, pale lips.
"I know you are very angry...very angry with me, I am not forcing you to understand me, I just want to say something to you..."
His voice became quieter, and his voice was blank, as if it was filled with water mist.
"I put away the red gauze, it is the most precious thing I have ever seen... Really, I want to thank you for giving it to me. And I approach you these days, not because I want to pretend to be affectionate in front of others, but because I really… "
He lowered his eyelashes, pitifully.
"I really want to get close to you...you didn't let me go to the front yard to find you, and I didn't let you go back to the wedding room...but nothing in the wedding room was touched. You arranged it very carefully. I put the red gauze on the pillow, because Maybe, maybe they will reconcile, you can make a good one again... "
The young man lowered his head lightly, his white forehead touched the cold door, and the coldness spread to the bottom of his heart.
"I don't want to make up."
(end of this chapter)