“…… Why? I could scarcely believe my eyes as I stared at her blankly, and I even unconsciously clasped my hand on the place where I had just fallen—the sharp pain taught me that I could no longer make a fool of myself.

The person in front of me wearing the crown of the Great Wu Emperor is not my imperial sister, but the lover I have been thinking about and worrying about.

If I could still be unwavering in the relationship between the two of us before, then at this moment, reality cruelly gave me a slap in the face, taught me to be speechless, and also made all the confidence I had built up collapse in an instant.

Why are you here?

Why are you wearing the emperor's phoenix robe?

Why......

And what I want to know most is - why lie to me?

She looked at me without saying a word, and suddenly picked me up, gently put me on the bed, lifted my sleeve and looked at me, frowned and said, "It's bruised, I have to take medicine." As he spoke, he stood up.

This way of changing the subject was so blunt that I grabbed the hem of her clothes in anger and clenched her tightly to keep my hands from letting go: "Stop! Make it clear before you go! ”

"Don't worry, I'm not leaving," she wrapped her hand around me, shook her head, and said softly, "You let go first, I'll ask someone to bring the wound medicine over, good." "The tone is doting, as if I am a vexatious child.

Under her soft-spoken persuasion, I habitually obeyed and slowly let go of my hand...... The next moment, I felt the taste: why did I teach her to take the initiative again, but it seems that I am deliberately causing trouble, and I blame her?

"Don't worry about it, you go! Walk! Shaking off her hand, he turned around angrily, lifted the quilt, and wrapped himself in it without hesitation, unaware of how childish this action was.

I wasn't in the mood to listen to any explanations, I just wanted to be alone.

"Jane Xin ......" She tentatively tugged at my quilt, let go of her hand as a result of not moving, sighed softly, and finally left.

The door closed, and I lay quietly for a while, until I was sure that I was the only one left in the room, and then I kicked off the quilt and lay on my back, gasping for air.

With more and more gradual breathing, tears overflowed uncontrollably from the eye sockets, one, two...... Finally, it was connected into a string, silently flowing across his cheeks and spilling into the pillow quilt.

I don't want to cry in front of her, to show my vulnerability, and I don't want to teach her how much her deception has hurt me, and I don't even want to face her when I'm angry, for fear that when I lose my mind, I can't help but hurt people and say something irreparable.

Maybe I just don't want to admit it: even if I know that she deceived me and used me, I still can't give up; Just by imagining the picture of being separated from her, my heart ached and I couldn't breathe.

Is this love?

I never knew it could be so painful to love someone.

Even when I was unrequited in love with her, I wasn't sure where this relationship should go, and I was looking forward to a glimmer of light in the dark pursuit, and the sweetness occasionally revealed in the sadness taught people as if they could get endless courage from it.

But after she gave me a tangible response, this unknown feeling quietly passed away, and turned into a struggle of gain and loss, and even the kiss I had longed for for seemed to fall into a mirage of unease.

In fact, I had a premonition and a doubt in my heart: Does she like me?

What does she like about me?

Does she really want to be with me?

There was so much uncertainty, not to mention, what I didn't want to mention or think about—did she love me?

I naively thought that as long as I loved her, even if she didn't respond now, one day she would be moved by my sincerity.

But I forgot that people's hearts are always greedy, and when they get a little, they can't help but ask for more; Or maybe I'm deliberately ignoring the possibility of what if she doesn't want to give me this opportunity to go into her heart at all?

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and you can never impress someone who is making a show.

Her purposeful approach to me is deception; She used me purposefully, and it was betrayal.

Now that I think about it, the memories of her time with me come back to my mind, are those looking back and turning, those joys and laughter, all fake?

Secretly weeping, sleepless all night.

"Your Highness, do you want breakfast?" I couldn't close my eyes, I couldn't sleep, and I was struggling until the next day, and early in the morning, a palace attendant came to knock on the door.

After waiting for my response for a long time, the palace attendant obediently retreated.

I was lying on the bed, unkempt, not dripping, but I didn't even want to turn over, and my mind was rummaging back and forth about the picture when I was with Jiang Zhuo, trying to find evidence that she was sincere to me.

However, what emerged were scenes of doubts that I had overlooked.

The assassin who assassinated Kwong Xiqing but was killed by her first.

Fu Yunchong's mansion disappeared inexplicably.

B-6 who was very respectful to her.

……

Those suspicious spearheads are all pointed at Jiang Zhuo, pointing to the misdeeds and ambitions, and after being connected together, it seems to prove that her every move is to seize the throne, including the hypocrisy and grievances with me, and it is just a pawn for her to gradually realize her plan.

I was never her goal, but she abandoned it like a stepping stone when she achieved it.

She didn't love me in the past, she doesn't love me now, and she can't ever love me in the future...... This is my deepest pain and the most embarrassing truth.

"Your Highness, it's too late, do you want to get up and eat?" The palace attendant cautiously knocked on the door and asked in a low voice.

-- It turned out that it was afternoon, so it was no wonder that after the stomach screamed earlier, there was no movement, probably because I was overly hungry.

I woke up in the morning and spent the morning in a daze, so decadent that I didn't look like me.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" The attendant waited patiently for a while, and when I was silent, he knocked on the door again.

I didn't know where I got my anger, so I grabbed a pillow and threw it at the door.

"Bang-" After a muffled sound, the palace attendant begged for mercy: "Your Highness forgives your sins!" Your Highness forgives ......" retreated in a panic.

I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to get up, I didn't want to do anything.

I don't even want to think about it anymore.

But I could not sleep, nor did I want to sleep—for as soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered her eyes gazing at me tenderly, and then in a moment they turned into a cold gaze like ice and snow, and swept over me faintly, disdainful indifference even to look at them more.

Every time I think about it, my heart hurts.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and he still didn't want to move.

The palace attendant who delivered the meal knocked on the door relentlessly, as if he had made up his mind not to wake me up. Unable to be disturbed, I cleared my dry throat and tried to shout a syllable: "Get out." ”

Outside the door seemed to be taken aback, and finally died down.

Although I know that I shouldn't be angry with others, I can't control the irritability in my heart—I don't know who I'm angry with by tossing my body like this.

Don't you vaguely hope that the person will be distressed?

…… Will she?

He smiled self-deprecatingly, I'm afraid it won't.

I stared at the ornament on the top of the bed for a long time, the sky gradually darkened, and my vision became a little blurred, and the feeling of hunger in my stomach changed from empty at first to a convulsive pain—I pressed my stomach and curled myself up sideways.

"Squeak-" I was caught off guard by the sound of pushing the door, and I turned my head in annoyance to see which bold palace attendant dared to come in without permission, but I was facing a pair of eyes as calm as water.

A pair of eyes that taught me to be so sad that I wanted to cry just by looking at each other.

"Why don't you eat?" She stared into my eyes and asked bluntly.

The questioning tone taught me that the grievances in my heart were even more scrambled to bubble up, as if I was about to burst my entire chest.

He pulled up the quilt and covered his head, and buried it like an ostrich and didn't want to see anyone.

Thinking that my non-violent and non-cooperative refusal would make her retreat, she took the initiative to leave as she did last night, but she listened with bated breath, but did not hear her retreating footsteps or the sound of the door closing, and asked vaguely what she ordered her attendant to carry in.

I had the heart to poke my head out to take a look, but I didn't want to lose face, so I sweated a lot of sweat, so I had to grit my teeth and persevere.

It was easy to hear the sound of the door closing, and I was about to lift the quilt, but I heard Jiang Zhuo's voice sounding very closely, and it seemed to be standing on the side of the bed: "Don't cover it, come out." ”

- If you tell me to come out, will I come out?

It's not as you like.

Stubbornly pulling the quilt tighter again, I was secretly more energetic in my heart, and I didn't care at all that the person who was uncomfortable because of this was myself.

There was no movement outside the quilt for a while.

She compromised?

Don't you want to persuade me for a while...... Just as I was muttering with hatred, my waist was suddenly attacked by a sneak attack, and suddenly □□ taught me to subconsciously exclaim.

And this was just the beginning, before I could recover from the sudden attack, one after another touches and struck through the quilt all over my chest, ribs, waist and abdomen, teaching me to kick away the quilt that blocked my vision and imprisoned my movements, and rolled left and right to dodge.

-- Kuang Xihan's physique is sensitive, and he is very afraid of itching, and poking his body one after another like this is no less than the ten tortures.

While dodging the poke from Jiang Zhuo, I laughed uncontrollably, humiliated and sad in my heart, laughing and laughing and couldn't help crying, this crying and laughing and rolling and screaming was like a wolf to the extreme.

After a while, when I was almost paralyzed on the bed, and even the eyes that glared at her were soft without a trace of lethality, the sanctimonious initiator Shi Shiran stopped his hand, seemed to be considerate to brush away the broken hair on my forehead, and asked softly, "Are you tired?" Shall I take you to the bathroom? ”