The night is as dark as ink, the boundless night completely tears apart the lonely sorrow hidden in the heart, the happy person is singing in the dream, but the lonely person counts his sadness in the night. Great literature

Murong Yichuan tossed enough, then got out of Wanruo's body exhausted, and then lay on the side, he used the last bit of strength to hug Wanruo, but it was also like using the last bit of strength to break free from her embrace. Maybe it was because she was too tired, and after a while, Murong Yichuan fell asleep deeply, the same exhaustion, but she couldn't sleep at all, seeing that the candles in the room were about to burn out, but she couldn't dream of it, the wolf roar came from the distant hills, as if she was deeply surrounded by fear, she was afraid to face the dark night without seeing her fingers, she dragged her tired body and put on the clothes that were rubbed by King Fu, and then worked hard to support this and get out of bed, She originally wanted Chunhong to help her light a few new candles, but she felt that Chunhong should sleep in this space, so she shouldn't bother her, the fire in the stove gradually went out, and the room was a little colder than just now, as if she couldn't help but shiver, as if she had found a few waxes from the drawer in the outhouse, and then put the wick of the candle next to the burning candle, so she lit these candles, and the room suddenly lit up a lot. Da Wenwen didn't seem to return to the bedroom, but sat in the outhouse, she sat on the chair and stared blankly at the rich dishes on the table not far away, looking at the bowl of decanting soup, the pain in her heart like a pinprick, unconsciously the tears fell so big, as if she didn't wipe away the tears with a handkerchief, let alone try to stop the tears from falling, at this moment it seemed that her heart was painful and her heart was numb, and the scattered memories flashed in her mind like electricity, and she didn't have time to catch it, but it's gone, try hard to remember, but can't recall, the more you recall, the more your head hurts. It was as if her whole body was curled up in a chair, she looked at the candle that was lit little by little, not to mention that the lamp was cold, but it wept for the sad and lonely person until dawn.

As if she was crying silently while thinking about what had just happened, she felt that this scene seemed to have been staged many times in her memory, it was not the first time she faced the brutal treatment of King Fu, but she couldn't remember which time, yes, every time King Fu was drunk in the half a year that she was married to King Fu, he would be brutal to her once, and every time he called Xuanxuan's name, the flower candle in the cave room was like this, and the same was true for the next few times, she didn't get much of King Fu's tenderness in that half a year, If all the memories of Yiqiē are flipped through, how can it be possible to love King Fu like now, and it is for this reason that King Fu desperately wants to deprive her of the right to get back to the past. Da Wenwen can't forget what King Fu just said in bed, yes, he is not clean anymore, he almost gave ** to the emperor, if it wasn't for Ping'er - but he still didn't **, how could he say this about himself? How can it be said that so many men are eager to get themselves, and they can only be his women and his women in this life. Why is he so crazy when he is drunk? Why did he lose his former warmth after getting drunk? Why is he so cruel to himself when he is drunk? Why?? It's like asking countless times, but I can't find the answer, and the rain of tears is still raining and raining......

King Fu slept beautifully, in the dream he didn't know that he wanted Xuanxuan or Wanruo, only remembered that he was crazy once, and when he woke up, he felt a little tired, the room was dark, he subconsciously touched his shoulder, but he touched a few scratches, he pulled to the side, but he didn't see his woman beside him, at this time King Fu's wine had woken up, he was surprised, and said that she would be there when she wasn't by her side. King Fu hurriedly lifted the quilt, and then put on his coat and got out of bed, pushing open the bedroom to see the soft light of the outhouse, curled up under the light.

King Fu took three steps and made two steps and came to Wanruo, "Why are you here so late, you don't want to die." King Fu saw that he was trembling and pitiful, and in the dead of night, his voice was low and so clear. He hurriedly took off his coat and put it on her, but seemed to dodge; "I don't care about you, you go away, what do you care about me? Just leave me to fend for myself, you're right, I'm not a saint, I'm not clean anymore. Wanruo's tone was as cold as ice jade.

This scene reminded King Fu of a year ago, the night of Qianxue's full moon, because he saw Wanruo and Wenjun in Merlin during the day, so he took advantage of the strength of the wine to attack a qiē anger, and when he woke up, he saw her sitting in the dark, holding a dagger in her hand. Thinking about the scratches on his shoulders and his still tired body, he seemed to understand a little, and a kind of self-blame dared to come to his heart, as if he was pregnant now, how could he treat her so cruelly? I remember that when I first married myself, I always took advantage of the strength of alcohol to torture her, and I swore that I would never treat her like this again, but I still lost my words again and again, and after she lost her memory, she actually hurt her like this more than once, and it seems that this time I really hurt her deeply. When King Fu heard the words that Wanruo said, he gasped, how could he say such bastard words? How can it be? But if you wake up and regret what you say, it won't help you because the words you say are like water that has been spilled.

(Today, I saw a comment from Sina Reading that the style of this book is warm, and it's the first time I've seen such a comment, haha,