"I have spent the long years with you; I am lucky to be on the same journey with you in life."
Under the long, thick eyelashes are a pair of eyes that shine with silver light. His voice is like the mountain breeze blowing on the hair and the moon shining on the long night, and its gentleness penetrates into the bones.
His hands cut into pieces the sunlight, and silver light danced on his fingertips as he slowly reached towards her.
Shen Xihe's eyes fell on his hand with slender knuckles and broad palms in the sunlight. Her fingertips moved, but she didn't extend it after all: "On the day of the wedding, Your Highness, extend your hand to me again."
Hold your hand and grow old with you; promise to grow old together, alliance under the red leaves.
It should not be used when it is nearby.
Even though she failed again, at least she didn't reject him coldly and gave him a way out.
Xiao Huayong slowly withdrew his hand: "There is still more than half a year..."
The time was so long that he wished it would just be the blink of an eye and it would be March next year when the flowers were in bloom.
Shen Xihe's bright eyes sparkled as she looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.
Xiao Huayong could only sigh deeply, turned around sadly, and led him to the stone steps. Shen Xihe called him, "Your Highness."
Turning his head, Xiao Huayong was a little curious, but saw Shen Xihe took out a dark embroidered handkerchief and folded it into a small square handkerchief. The dark blue surface was embroidered with two intersecting leaf stems. "That handkerchief has no hem."
The handkerchief embroidered with the fairy ribbon was embroidered casually, and Shen Xihe never edged it, so it could not be used.
The handkerchief handed to him was illuminated by the sunlight that slanted down from the eaves, and the leaves looked lifelike, like a butterfly spreading its wings to fly.
Xiao Huayong was stunned for a moment, looked at Shen Xihe, then looked at the handkerchief handed to him, the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising. He smiled shyly, happily, and cautiously, as if it was a dream or unreal.
Shen Xihe just handed it over without feeling embarrassed or angry, nor did she want to take it back, which showed her sincerity.
After a long while, Xiao Huayong took it with both hands. When his fingertips touched the soft fabric, he felt the reality: "I will definitely take good care of it."
"It's not worth it." Shen Xihe smiled and said, "Things should be used to their full potential. Only when the old ones are broken can I get new ones."
"I... I will use it from time to time." The surprise came too suddenly, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's speech was a little incoherent.
The smile on Shen Xihe's lips deepened: "Don't keep your highness."
"Oh, oh, okay." Xiao Huayong, holding the handkerchief, smiled foolishly, nodded and backed away, completely forgetting that he was standing next to the stone steps. He stepped on empty air and fell backwards.
Fortunately, he reacted in time and had great skills. There were only three steps behind him, so he tumbled down in a few strange postures. It looked a little funny, but he did not fall.
There were no other servants around at the moment, and in order not to embarrass Xiao Huayong, Shen Xihe restrained the corners of his lips from widening. However, Xiao Huayong could not hide the smile in his eyes.
He was quite calm and didn't feel embarrassed at all: "As long as I can make Yoyo laugh, it doesn't matter if I fall down."
Shen Xihe shook his head helplessly and turned back into the pavilion.
Xiao Huayong treasured the handkerchief and hid it against his heart, then turned around and left with satisfaction.
After Xiao Huayong left, Zhenzhu and the others returned and waited by Shen Xihe's side. Zhenzhu told Shen Xihe the news she had just received: "Princess, Ye has been in the mansion these days. People in the Ye mansion said that she has been silent every day."