When the words fell, the whip swung towards Qingli like a storm.

But Qingli's face was extremely calm, and her body was still standing in place, not even a finger moved.

Qingli looked at Nan Ling coldly, as if mocking her stupidity.

Since Qingli was kidnapped, no matter where she goes, she will always bring a few guards, let alone when she leaves the palace!

Nan Ling's whip was held fiercely, her expression was so hideous, she was so angry.

Nan Ling's hand was slightly forced, and she was about to attack again, but the people around her had already surrounded her.

The people's eyes seemed to be on fire, and they glared at Nan Ling fiercely.

Their arms shook slightly, their feet lifted quickly, and one by one they walked to Qingli and her guards.

They all said angrily to Nan Ling: "How dare you be so rude to Princess Qingli.

Nan Ling heard the pedestrians on the street scolding her, her anger intensified, and her body trembled slightly.

But at this moment, Qingli seemed to be frozen, silent and silent.

No one knew how painful the hidden heart was under her seemingly calm appearance, and the pain that pierced the heart touched her soul and made Qingli tremble.

The tears that had already filled her eyes were already filled with tears, completely ignoring Li's orders, pouring down like a flood that had opened the floodgates.

Qingli is no longer in the mood to entangle with Nan Ling at all.

What did she just glance over and see?

Liyan once promised her that he would give her an explanation and make everyone who hurt her pay.

But now she saw that the man in black who had been arrested by Liyan and kidnapped her appeared in front of her unscathed.

As if mocking Qingli's ridiculousness.

Promises are often much like butterflies, beautiful hovering and then gone.

The dream is gone, the heart is broken. Qing Li walked into the distance like a lost soul.

No matter how vicious the voice behind her was, she just wanted to find a corner to hide herself and secretly add to the wound.

When the prosperity is gone, she is still the strong woman, the unique Qingli"

The light rain poured down, wetting the top of Qingli's head, adding moisture to her clothes.

The essence on the face, whether it was tears or rain, had long been indistinguishable, it slowly slid the soaked collarbone, slowly moved along the neckline, and dripped into Qingli's underwear.

The cold wind also came to join in the excitement, and the rain passed through the clothes and swept through Qingli's body.

But no matter how wet or cold it is, it can't compare to Qingli's cold heart at the moment.

She lifted her head suddenly, as if to the sky, to the rain, to come more violently.

"Go back to the carriage, princess, you are not well, it is raining again, what if you are sick. Qingli's personal palace maid Xiaoyue opened her mouth worriedly.

Qingli didn't seem to hear it, and there was a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes seemed to carry all the pain of the world.

She didn't think to ask Death why he did it.

Because this is already the case, why should we listen to his justification, to listen to his lies?

She still walked forward, ignoring the pedestrians who were hurrying to hide from the rain, and wandered completely in her own world.

After a long, long time, the rain was already heavy, and Qingli was like a drowning person, already drenched from the inside out.

Qing Li raised her head slightly at this time, and said softly to the person who followed her, "Let's go." ”

The voice was as light as a breeze, as powerless.

After returning to the palace, Xiaoyue hurriedly went to fetch hot water, soaked Qingli in a hot bath to get rid of the cold, and ordered someone to cook ginger soup to warm Qingli's body.

The night came silently, and the rain continued.

Sad rapping, lonely writing, asking God for love, is no longer there.

The lights were blazing, Qingli stood in front of the window, looking at the pouring rain outside, her heart had slowly fallen silent.

She was already ice, and the endless cold only made Qingli harder.

Qingli is secretly angry, how can she be sad because of a person who has long turned her back on her and has long been a stranger?

But the rushing emotions were completely out of her control, even if she told herself over and over again: "If the heavens abandon me, the heavens can also deceive, and if the world forsake me, the world should be destroyed." ”

It was destined to be another sleepless night.

Accompanied by misery and suffering.