She and He Xiangwan were together too easily, and they lived together almost without any twists and turns, so she has always enjoyed his kindness to her, enjoying the warmth similar to home, and after He Xiangwan's death, she also crossed over, and every time she thought of him, she was distressed and guilty......

Is she in love with him?

What was once so certain is now uncertain......

She rubbed her eyebrows with a headache, and the shadow of Emperor Shiyin flashed in her mind-

My heart suddenly became faintly irritable.

All this is what she wants, he finally treats her like a real master, treats her like other apprentices, and finally no longer changes her ways to leave her to toss her, so why is she faintly lost?

Deep down, I began to look forward to greeting every morning.

And every time she saw him, she felt sad when she saw his cold appearance, and the sour feeling became more and more obvious, tormenting her heart more and more-

The picture of getting along with him these days flashed in my mind, I remembered almost all his words and actions, and even remembered the strong kiss he gave to her when he became Xiao Zhengtai......

She stroked her lips, and there was almost a cold taste of him on them—

A heart jumped wildly again, and a thought suddenly crossed my mind—

You can't really fall in love with him, do you?!

This thought flashed, and even she herself was startled, and she thought for a moment in the bed, caressing her beating heart—

Do you really like him? How come?!

The prince charming in her dream is a gentle and elegant man like He Xiangwan, who takes care of his lover meticulously, how can he be such a cold-hearted, black-bellied and venomous uncle as a great teacher? !

Is it because his former entanglement has become a habit, and now he feels uncomfortable at first glance?

Or is it really in love with him?

Although Luo Qingyu wandered between various men in his previous life, he only had tasks for those men and had no feelings, so he could be free and easy. And the relationship with He Xiangwan is also smooth, there are no misunderstandings and twists and turns, they live together when they look at each other, and they have never tasted the taste of gains and losses like now......

And now this kind of feeling is exactly the kind of feeling described by the novelist's pen-

Suffering from gains and losses, God does not keep it, it seems to be aggrieved and happy, and the other party's eye movements can make people ponder for a long time-

This feeling is new to her, but it is also uncontrollable.

It made her frightened and expectant-

I don't know when she fell asleep in this chaotic state of confusion, anticipation, speculation, and uneasiness.

Even her mood in the dream was extremely complicated.

She was running, running in a big mountain, and she still had the full moon scimitar in her hand.

The blade of the knife is like a pool of autumn water, but she always feels that there is still blood spreading on it, and she can't wipe it off no matter how she wipes it......

She finally ran exhausted, and simply sat on the ground and breathed heavily, and there was a place in her heart that seemed to be crumbling into a bloody hole, and the pain mixed with blood rushed to her throat.

She hugged her head tightly, tears poured out of her eyes, and she couldn't stop it—