In her hand, she dragged the jade pendant that belonged to the prince from beginning to end.

The maids didn't know what had happened to her, but none of them dared to rush forward.

"Treading the snow." After a long time, she finally spoke, and stepped on the snow and bent over to come forward.

"County Lord."

"Go outside and get a brick." She commanded.

"Yes." Treading snow went out to look for bricks, and after a while, he took a piece and came in, saying, "This is picked up in the yard, it's a little dirty, county lord, let the slave maid go and wash it first." ”

"No need." She spoke coldly.

Taking the bricks from Taxue's hands, she put the jade pendant on the table, and then, under the surprised eyes of everyone, she raised the brick high and smashed it over.

Lifting the brick, the pendant had shattered into a pile of powder.

She looked down, a tear fell on the pile of powder, wetting a piece, she took out the handkerchief in her sleeve, and wiped all the powder clean, leaving no trace.

"Wash my veil." She commanded.

"Yes."

She looked out the window, the sky was almost dawn, and she didn't feel sleepy all night.

She understands that the distance between her and Murong Canghai is far away, and between her and him, there is another calculation and calculation.

My heart hurts, it hurts, I can't breathe.

Perhaps, the vow she made to Ying Yeol will come true, and she will not be able to have someone in love in her life.

She clutched her heart and leaned on the table, using the hard corners of the table against the painful spots, as if this was the only way to relieve it.

"Why don't you go to bed and rest." Suddenly, a pair of large hands reached out, and she fell into a familiar, domineering embrace, which was sometimes warm, sometimes suffocating.

"Can't sleep." This time, she didn't break free, as if she had no strength, and let him hold her.

He turned around and picked her up horizontally, and the hands that were holding him unconsciously used a lot of affection-

"Go to the bed and rest." He carried her to the bed, leaned up, and reached out to untie her shirt, but she subconsciously reached out to block it.

He pressed her hand and said, "I'm not going to do anything, just take a look." ”

He unbuttoned the placket of her dress one by one, revealing her snow-white heart, her jade skin as tender as milk, which made people love it.

However, at this moment, there is no **** in his eyes.

When the button was unbuttoned again, the exposed body made Murong Canghai let out a big breath, his eyes were hot, and his hands trembled.

What kind of body is this!

Below the mouth of the heart, the dense scars, so deep, so ugly, stretched all the way to the stomach and legs......

He had seen her body once before, and it was far less deeply wounded than it was now.

He seemed to see the pigtails stained with chili pepper water, over and over again, mercilessly whipped on her body, and her screams echoed in his ears.

He looked at her like this, and her face was hot, and she reached out to cover it, and pulled her dress up with all her might, trying to wrap herself.

But he refused, and stroked the rough scar with his big palm.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

Her heart trembled, did it hurt? Of course it hurts, but she's not afraid.

"I'm not afraid." "Any pain in the body, it will pass," she said. ”

His eyes welled up with heat, and he put on her clothes one by one, buttoning them one by one.

He had never done such meticulous work, and his movements inevitably seemed clumsy.