At night, Yao Guang had a nightmare, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her whole face was wrinkled into a ball.
It was a sea of flames that stretched as far as the eye could see, and the red light soared to the sky. She was trapped in it, daring not to move an inch. The flames licked her skin, which was hot and painful. She waited for someone to come to her rescue, but there was no other sound except the sound of houses collapsing and the crackling of burning logs.
She was trapped in the sea of fire and could never get out.
Yao Guang cried and cried, and woke up from the dream. The pain seemed to be engraved in her bones, but when she woke up, she didn't remember anything, only felt that the pain still remained in her heart.
A person sat beside the bed, and that person held her hand, transmitting warmth to her cold palm.
Yao Guang stared at the man blankly, as if he was stupid.
Rong Shu frowned and asked her, "What dream did you just have?"
He thought that this innocent girl shouldn't have such a painful dream. She is pure like a piece of white paper, and she doesn't hate people, she looks silly. However, she was in a nightmare, and almost her whole body was curled up into a ball.
Yao Guang was still in a daze, and when she heard Rong Shu's question, she shook her head. She didn't remember the scene in the dream, but she just felt very uncomfortable in her heart, as if she couldn't wake up.
Rong Shu stretched out his hand, wiped her cold face, and asked softly, "You won't tell me?"
In those pitch-black eyes, there seemed to be some kind of dark light flashing past, and the color of the eyes immediately darkened a little.
Yaoguang knew he was angry, but what she said was the truth. In this world, there are always some people who are more sensitive than those little animals.
She grabbed his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't remember, I just feel that it hurts!"
The man's gaze fell on her back. On the gauze-wrapped skin, there were dots of erythema, like blooming wintersweet, revealing a sense of guilt—he thought she meant that the wound hurt so much.
Rong Shu didn't speak again, and Yao Guang didn't say anything, but his eyes were still fixed on him, and there was no trace of resentment in those eyes.
After a long time, Yao Guang suddenly let go of Rong Shu's hand and struggled to stand up. Rong Shu thought she was just thirsty and told her not to move, so he turned around and poured tea for her, and waited for him to hold a cup of tea again. When he turned around, he was stunned.
Yao Guang knelt down in front of him, with his head bowed down, just like those servants in the mansion.
Before he could figure out her intentions, he heard her say: "My lord, don't drive me away, okay! In this world, you are the only one who treats me well. If you send me away, I will be left alone. When I'm alone, it's so pitiful."
Her voice was hoarse and not pleasant, but it made those who heard it feel inexplicably worried.
That's right, when he was in the small fishing village, those people regarded her as a god, but they didn't give her affection and warmth. When he met her, he was in a ruined temple. Like a little beggar like Xi, even so, he still couldn't escape the concern of those thieves.
She is not doing well, wandering in this world like duckweed.
It was he who saved her, but he was about to push her into another abyss.
At that moment, this cold-faced and cold-hearted man almost subconsciously glanced away, unwilling to look at her again. Such a pair of eyes will make him shake, and make all these years of persistence go to waste.
He closed his eyes, sighed faintly, and when he opened them again, there was nothing but coldness in his eyes.
"My king promises you!"
This is what he said himself, but it is not a promise.
He, even when he said this, didn't dare to look her in the eyes, because - he lied.