He was happier that day and wanted to hear me play the piano.

"What's this song called?" he was impressed.

"Broken rain. ”

He nodded and asked, "How can you be so sad?"

"The servant has no father and no mother, born in the rain, and drifts in the rain like floating dust, I am afraid that he will die in the rain in the future......"

I poured out, not knowing how to annoy him, and he listened quietly.

It rarely rains here, and it's been a long time since I last heard it. This song really doesn't work.

He added, "I said that to a girl before. ”

He stared at my face, and I didn't know why, but listened respectfully.

I told her that I was willing to give up my position for her. ”

"This oath is still numbered. He bit it out clearly.

In fact, I knew in my heart that I was still cold.

"Perhaps the girl knew that oaths were not just spoken. ”

"The respect of the prince, I will come down, I am afraid that the life of that little demon will be broken. ”

......

When he heard this, his face was full of displeasure.

I sometimes think that maybe I will leave cleanly, and I will not repay his kindness in vain, which is the real reward for him.

Don't ask about the suffering of the world, and send lovesickness with wonderful hands.

I don't have lovesickness either, but I always have worries in my stomach, and it's hard to be happy.

I don't know when he will be completely destroyed, but he still treats the countless folds on the table as if nothing happened, and closes his eyes for a while when he is tired.

His soul was dissipating, and I could see it clearly. For some reason, the heartache is unbearable, and it seems that it is myself who wants to be transparent and disappear.

I didn't dare tell him that he was disappearing, maybe he knew it himself, so he kept busy.

I don't know what I can do for him, and until now, he's about to dissipate, and I haven't repaid the favor.

He lay down on the collapse and called me to him.

There has been an epiphany at the head of the bed, which is faint and fragrant, and it is good to sleep.

Through the curtain, he gasped lightly, coughed a few times, and when he raised his eyes, his face was like a withered flower and leaf, and his eyes were weakly open.

When he saw me coming, he lifted the curtain slightly, revealing his weak hand, and holding a delicately carved cyan hairpin.

He was so sick that he couldn't even speak, so he just stretched out his hand and waited for me to answer. There was a bit of grievance and begging on his face.

It's all false to say that it is not moving, at this moment it seems that the wall of ten thousand bases has collapsed in an instant.

The rational string in his brain trembled slightly, and he was afraid that he was in danger of breaking the string.

I bowed down respectfully, and I didn't know what I had said.

He was very sad, closed his tired eyes, and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

The smoke of incense is filled with sorrow.

I remembered that not long ago, the chess player asked me if I was in love with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

At that time I wondered why they thought I loved him.

The chess player sighed, shook his head, and said, "I thought you loved him." ”

"In this world, if he does not love him, who will lay down his life to save him. ”

"Presumably, he will not survive this catastrophe, it is a foregone conclusion. ”

At first, I couldn't figure out what he meant.

The prince became more and more seriously ill, and his soul was scattered very quickly, and it may not be more than three days......

In my anxiety, I remembered the words of the chess player, and I realized that maybe he had a way to save the prince.

The chess player's anxious appearance when he saw me was very different from his previous cold appearance. He laughed, not knowing if he was mocking me.

"I love him......" I said to him sincerely, "I confess that I love him." ”

Finally the string broke, maybe it had already broke, but I never dared to admit it.

When the chess player heard this, he had already made a conclusion.

I asked him.

"Do you know how to save him?"

"Sacrifice me, it's okay......"

The chess player said, just because I am really special, in the huge palace, only I can save him.

I didn't wonder if he was a liar or not, whether he had some scheme, and I was worried that the prince was about to completely disappear. I don't care about anything.

I answered him, and I was willing to sacrifice myself.

I admit my sincerity, but I admit it too late.

There are a lot of regrets in the world, and my regret is just a mayfly, but this mayfly regret has taken up my life.

He took most of my true body and soul to make up for the prince's missing half of his soul. After that, the prince's sick and disabled body was finally complete.

I told the players not to mention me again. The chess player kept his promise and told the prince that he had recovered completely, and that he had melted the spirit of heaven and earth. And I, who have gone away, do not tie myself up.

"It turns out that she can really do it, without desire, without desire, without love......" Although he was sad, his body was getting better and better.

I asked the chess player to bury the remaining remnants of my soul in the prince's epiphany. Sure enough, he pinched a little sand and buried it deep in the flower soil.

Fortunately, I had a little consciousness left, and I couldn't notice it, so I hid among the stamens. See the sunset.

As soon as he was healthy, he devoted himself to political affairs, regardless of his own health. I'm a little worried.

Fortunately, after two or three days of Xiaohan, he knew that it was not easy to be healthy, and paid more attention to his body.

He will raise some good-looking birds, but he will let them go after a few days, and he will not dare to raise them for a few more days. Seeing the bird flying out of its cage and flying happily, he smiled happily, but looked at it again and fell into worry.

He would dream of me in his dreams, and he would call my name softly, and I would stand at the head of the bed, listening to this, a little sweet, and even more sad.

The calamity of the two races is getting worse and worse, and he has had a very difficult time during this time. He gritted his teeth and insisted, not letting up for a moment.

Once the flowers rise and fall, the four seasons are difficult to bloom, I grow more and more dying, the bronze mirror reflects, my fine white petals have long been yellowed and withered.

By this time it was autumn, and I was sick and unsightly. He put me in the window, and when the sun was shining, I could still soak in the daylight.

He wanted me to get better sooner.

When the palace maid came to clean up, she wanted to throw me away for a long time. However, the prince still emphasized that my illness should be able to get better.

He gradually came out of his sadness.

Things have changed, but it has been a few autumns, the taste of daylight has not changed, and the singing in the middle of the night, the horseshoe stepping, giving birth to gray hair.

It's just that I can't grow any gray hair in this pot of sick and ruined flowers.

He survived the difficult days, the demon clan did not perish, he also ascended to the throne of the demon emperor, and all the people surrendered.

He entered the Demon Emperor's bedroom and no longer entered this house. Since he became the Demon Emperor, I haven't seen him again.

I'm just a little lonely, but my remnant soul is still alive today, and I think about my own obsession is really deep.

The maid who occasionally came to clean would tell me interesting stories about the recent past, and I was very happy to hear them.

Later, they said that the fox clan came to marry, and the fox princess was cheerful and lovely, and she was deeply loved by His Royal Highness the Demon Emperor.

I didn't hear clearly.

He finally has a beloved girl, and he will tie the knot well, and he will not feel lonely and sad in the future.

Thinking of this, my heart is relieved.

Later, I was half-asleep and half-awake, thinking that my obsession had dissipated.

When I woke up, the sun was just right, and I was very comfortable, but after noon it was dark clouds, and it was a little cold.

The servant noticed me and was astonished.

"How can there be a pot of dead flowers?"

"It's just sick, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said it will be fine in the future. ”

"It's dead. ”

......

The river was rapid, and I stayed in the waves, and there were ruined flowers and leaves floating to the other end, and I couldn't find them. A drizzle of rain fell on my face.

It's raining.