Not to mention, there is the bed she is lying on now, the tent is woven with top-quality silk, the thin blanket on her body and the bedding under her body, obviously there is no spirit-gathering talisman engraved, but sleeping on it, but It feels like the aura is pouring into the body continuously, and it is still kind of gentle and pure, without any harm to the body.
Xi Yue sat up slowly from the bed, looked around again, and frowned slightly.
It really wasn't her illusion. This room was clearly furnished luxuriously and elegantly. Every detail was exquisite and the room was spotless. However, it gave her a feeling of coldness and even loneliness.
She was about to reach out and push aside the bed curtain, and sat up from the bed, when a low male voice suddenly came from beside her ear, "Are you awake?"
Xi Yue shuddered all over, she even forgot to be shocked when the voice suddenly sounded so close to her, she was not surprised because the voice was so familiar.
Realizing that everything about that person has already been integrated into her soul and deeply imprinted.
It only takes two simple syllables to make her whole blood boil.
Xi Yue stood up abruptly and rushed towards the direction of the sound almost at a sprint speed.
A pair of crystal clear bare feet like lotus jade stepped on the cold blue brick floor, but she didn't notice it.
Layers of tents were lifted, and the tall and straight figure of a man not far away came into view.
The man was wearing a moon-white robe, and he stood with his hands behind his back. The tents were raised and lowered layer by layer, pulling the man's back closer and closer.
Standing alone, the figure standing there like a clear frost and proud bamboo is so familiar, and upon realizing it, Xi Yue's eye sockets instantly turned red and moist.
She always felt that that person had disappeared for a long time.
Without his affectionate gaze, without his inclusive and doting smile, without his low and gentle words, when she dreamed back at midnight, she would always be so cold that her heart would tear apart.
With trembling hands, Xi Yue pushed aside the curtain made of crystal beads, and said in a hoarse voice filled with endless thoughts and pain, "Nangong..."
Before the last "Yu" was uttered, the man in front had already turned around.
For the first time, Xi Yue didn't see the man's face, but met a pair of dark eyes like dots of ink.
Quiet, indifferent, and icy cold, like a cold that cannot be melted away for thousands of years.
Xi Yue's call was stuck in her throat, and the burning enthusiasm in her eyes seemed to be extinguished by the ice water in her head.
Not him, not Nangong Yu, not the man she loved so much. When her Yu looked at her, she never looked like this.
After the hope, it brings deeper despair.
Endless pain, longing and unwillingness welled up in my heart, and tears could no longer hold back from welling up in my eyes.
Xi Yue tightly grasped her chest, the suffocation-like pain made her body tremble slightly.
The crystal clear teardrops, like broken beads, slid across her face little by little, and fell drop by drop on the cold bluestone brick floor.
Ji Mingyu watched her expression change from ecstasy, anxiety, and anticipation to sadness, disappointment, and pain. While he was puzzled, he also felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
When she saw that delicate and beautiful face covered with tears, her hands and feet became stiff immediately, and the pain in her heart became more obvious, mixed with a trace of bewildered panic.