Sheng Ling stared at his fingers stained with blood while writing. Ayan's hands were very beautiful. They were as long and well-jointed as Li Yu. Such beautiful hands were very suitable for playing the piano. But at this moment, Ayan His hands were covered with blood, and she could clearly see every word he wrote. Every word was like a knife stabbing her heart sharply, making her twitch in pain.
But after Ayan finished writing with trembling fingers, she handed the blood-stained notebook to Sheng Ling, her eyes still calm and numb.
Sheng Ling slowly stretched out her hand to take the notebook, lowered her head to read the line of words on the notebook again, her lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and she saw that it read -
Does the princess treat me well because I look like her sweetheart
Sheng Ling wanted to answer no, but couldn't.
It seems that at this time, nothing is right.
Sheng Ling lowered his head, gently wiped the blood on his notebook, and whispered: "Don't think too much."
Ayan didn't move for a long time. Sheng Ling raised her head and saw that Ayan was still looking at her, not moving.
Sheng Ling could only turn his head away and force himself not to look at him.
The carriage fell into a dead silence again, until the carriage finally stopped.
Sheng Ling finally said, "My brother misunderstood you and arrested you. I'm sorry."
Ayan looked at her and shook her head slightly, saying that she didn't blame her.
Sheng Ling pursed her lips again and said, "Don't go anywhere for a while. Just stay here to recuperate. I've already asked the imperial doctor to come over."
Ayan looked at her and opened her mouth slightly, as if she couldn't breathe.
"Ayan..."
He suddenly raised his hand to wipe the scratch at the corner of his eye. Sheng Ling saw that his eyes were a little red, and for some reason, her heart ached.
And Ayan lowered her head again, holding the notebook she had retrieved in her hand, turning over page after page, and finally holding the pen, she lowered her head and wrote one sentence -
Princess, if you are just here for a moment, can you please don't be too nice to me
Sheng Ling's eyes were a little dull, and for a moment, he didn't move at all.
But Ayan didn't wait for her answer this time. After reading this sentence to her, she endured the pain and silently got out of the car and left.
Sheng Ling finally realized what she was doing and got out of the car, only to see Ayan holding her hand and walking staggeringly in the dark night without entering the yard.
It was as if he was saying that he was no longer willing to accept her kindness.
Sheng Ling chased after him, "Ayan... stop!"
Panting, she ran up to him, opened her hands to stop him, stared at him and asked, "Where are you going?"
Ayan looked at her motionless and didn't answer.
"You are injured now, where can you go?"
And Ayan's silent expression seemed to be telling her that he could go anywhere, but he couldn't follow her.
Sheng Ling saw the determination in his eyes and silently backed away, letting him go.
Sheng Ling watched his somewhat lonely figure gradually go away in the dark night. Finally, she got on the carriage silently and whispered to the housekeeper: "Find someone to follow him and tell me if anything happens."
Although the housekeeper didn't understand why Sheng Ling was so interested in Ayan, he still nodded in agreement.
That night, Ayan found an inn and stayed in the cheapest low-class room.
There was some air leakage in the windows and doors, and a cold wind blew in. There were no candles in the room. Ayan was lying on the wooden bed with injuries all over her body, as if she didn't know the pain. She opened her eyes and stared at the roof without blinking, with thoughts in her mind. Two words kept flashing through my mind -
Li Yu.
Li... meets...
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(I’m going to torture you~)
(End of chapter)