"Really?" Zhong Ming'e said softly, he put the teacup gently on the small table, and then raised his head slightly. Looking at Liao Chongwu from his hair, his nose suddenly became sour, and he lowered his head again in a hurry. When he spoke again, his voice became softer. "You've lost weight too."
"No." Liao Chongwu said in a hurry, adjusting the armor on his body in a hurry, and said in a deep voice. "It's just that the armor doesn't fit well, which makes it look thin."
No, you were not like this before. Once you stop there, it's like blocking a hill. But now, you can't even hold up your armor, and your thin cheeks are sunken.
Zhong Ming'e's lips trembled violently. A heart is sore to the extreme. The hands in the sleeves clenched into fists. He tried his best to hold back his tears for a long while. After finally calming down, he said again: "Since you have already saluted me. Then go back, it's getting late."
Liao Chongwu stood up silently, and gave Zhong Ming'e a deep bow. Then he bowed and walked out. He was already very satisfied to see Zhong Ming'e today. He was really satisfied. Those who could see him could hear his voice, and there might even be stains on his clothes that belonged to him. breath...
He is really satisfied.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Zhong Ming'e heard the sound of footsteps going away, his chest heaved more and more violently, when Liao Chongwu's hand rested on the door, Zhong Ming'e turned his head suddenly: "Liao Chongwu!"
The hand on the door froze suddenly. After a while, Liao Chongwu turned around slowly. He looked at Zhong Ming'e looking at himself in a daze. His heart was about to burst from pain. How much he wanted to fly away. She ran over, hugged him in her arms, and listened to him every sentence she said, but he could only stand there like this, as if his heels had taken root.
"Your Highness, do you have any orders?" Liao Chongwu said respectfully.
"No...it's nothing," Zhong Ming'e turned his head away in a hurry. After being impulsive, he was full of annoyance and sorrow. He subconsciously pinched his nails while whispering, "Don't drink too much, it will hurt your health."
Ever since Liao Chongwu came in, Zhong Ming'e's chest was filled with a thick smell of alcohol. He knew the source of the alcohol smell, so he kept sniffing it desperately. He didn't drink at all, but he could still smell it. I can tell that this is the smell of burning knives, because in the past, Liao Chongwu also drank burning knives.
"You... don't you miss me at all?" Facing the thin and slender figure, Liao Chongwu couldn't help it anymore, and said with trembling lips, he knew that he was really useless like this, and he really didn't look like a big man. , but he really couldn't help it, he was really going crazy!
"What do I want you to do?" Zhong Ming'e stiffened his neck, his eyes widened, he stared straight at the red painted beams, every word was filled with heart-wrenching sarcasm, "I'm living a happy life now. Well, I don’t know how much better it is than when you were here, my father reused me, and I’m about to..." Having said this, Zhong Ming'e took a few quick mouthfuls, swallowed hard, and then continued. , "Seeing that I am about to become a father, a bright future is waiting for me, I... what do I want you to do? Without you, I... I will be fine!"
"Really?" Liao Chongwu said softly, while wiping his face with his hands, he said that he was a man who bleeds but not tears. It can be seen that he is not a real man. Looking at the straight back with scarlet eyes, after a long while, Liao Chongwu turned around again. He turned away, put his hand on the door again, and said softly, "Since that's the case, I wish Your Highness a happy life and a happy life."
After speaking, Liao Chongwu pushed the door open, but he couldn't get out at all. The suppressed crying sound from behind seemed like a sharp sword stabbing his heart, and he closed the door again, and then Step by step, he walked in front of Zhong Ming'e. The person who was sharp-tongued at first was already crying out of breath.
"Your Highness, Your Highness," Liao Chongwu was so distressed that he couldn't speak. He knelt in front of the soft couch tremblingly, while stretching out his hands to wrap Zhong Ming'e's messy hair, he choked up and said, "Ming'e, don't do this."