Chapter 262: My Wound Is Hurting
cpa300_4(); It was as if a sharp sword had pierced my heart fiercely, and for a moment the sharp pain overwhelmed the pain in my shoulder, and the pain was so painful that I almost stopped breathing.
I gritted my teeth, my whole body trembled, and I don't know how long it took before I slowly looked up at him.
Under such a night, that cold, ruthless, more piercing face than ice, it was not the first time I saw it, and many vague memories seemed to spring up from the depths of my mind, but with the surging out, and the words he had said, every sentence was so clearly engraved in my mind.
You know, what I want......
If you can afford it, come here, and if you can't afford it, get out......
Yue Qingying, don't let this palace be unbearable......
You can't go anywhere......
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With these words tumbling over and over again in my mind, as if to drive people crazy, I looked at him, and it took a long time to control my trembling body and say softly: "Your Highness, it's you, let the slave don't leave you a step." β
These words, those words, are all what you once said.
He seemed to sneer, and slowly leaned over, his cold face was close to the point, the tip of his nose was close to the tip of his nose, his breathing was entangled, he twisted my chin, and said coldly: "This palace is for you to follow me, but where this palace is going, you can't care." β
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"Yue Qingying, I do have some interest in you, but don't forget your identity!"
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"It's okay to be jealous, but you have to see who the other party is!"
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If the other party is her, can't it?
This sentence was wrapped around the tip of my tongue, and I was wrapped over and over again, but I never said it, and I couldn't say it, because that name - Nangong Lizhu, I didn't hear it for the first time, and I didn't hear it from his mouth, I just thought that it was in the past, completely in the past.
But I didn't expect that it was just my own wishful thinking.
How could I be so naΓ―ve, so naΓ―ve?
I lowered my head slowly, hot tears fell like beads with broken threads, dripping onto his hands, as if they were burned, the fingers that twisted my chin also trembled, he frowned slightly, and was about to say something, I had already taken a deep breath and slowly raised my head.
A smile that was fainter than a light smoke appeared on my face, and I said softly: "Slave, I know that I am wrong." β
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"Your Highness, can you let go?"
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"My wound hurts. β
Looking at my smile, he seemed to be a little surprised, staring at me with solemn pupils, as if he wanted to see through something from me, but I felt that there was nothing for him to excavate, my heart, my soul, all appeared in front of his eyes so clearly, and even handed it into his hands without defense.
Now, I just feel tired, I just feel pain......
Slowly, my eyes became darker and darker, and my vision of him became blurred, and I fell into darkness.
When I woke up again, I found myself in a very strange room.
Outside the window is so thick that it is dark that cannot be dispersed, but inside the room is magnificent, the candlelight is flickering, shining on those delicate carved railings and jade, and all kinds of antique jade, condensing a faint moist light in front of the eyes; even the curtains on the bed are the same, and the golden silk peony stretches the whole line of sight, very beautiful, and a little vulgar.
But then the face that greeted me was very different, with an indifferent expression, cold and hard lines, with indescribable solemnity and calmness.