With some difficulty, he bent up his body, stroked his right shoulder with one palm, frowned slightly, and paused, just because the pain from his right shoulder spread to his whole body.

He could endure the pain, but he couldn't bear the heart-piercing pain.

He was really ruthless and made a move

With a thought in his heart, the corners of his mouth raised, and a bitter smile spread from his mouth.

When the pain in his body had subsided, he got out of bed, and walked a little hobbly towards the place where the woman was standing.

The cold wind was biting, and she stood there motionless in her field of vision, like a lifeless ice sculpture.

The heart, faintly painful, irrepressible pain, penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

"Princess, it's cold, take care of your body" said slowly beside Nangong Luojing, pity her heart, it seems that it has become a habit.

Then he reached out and closed the open window.

She had already noticed the sound behind her Nangong Luo Jing was not surprised that the man's words of concern fell beside her, standing in front of the window was not what she wanted, because she didn't know what she had to do to find the feeling of the past, even if it was a trace, even if it was a trace, she could face him with a smile.

His eyes drooped slightly, and he glanced at the man's outstretched hand, his slender fingertips gently touched the window, his snow-white clothes, carried up by the cold wind, looked surprisingly thin, but for a while, there was a hint of paleness on his handsome face, and the ice condensation that fell on his face showed his weakness at the moment.

His heart moved, and his drooping eyes suddenly became a little foggy.

The snow fell without a trace, but in such a snowy day, there was a special feeling that fell on her heart like a trace.

It's crystal clear.

The slender hand was raised, stopping the man's hand that was closing the window: "The old wound has not healed, do you still want to add another wind chill to yourself" The cold voice fell, she let go of his hand, and a huge wind poured in, blowing her snow-colored clothes, blowing straight into her sleeves, a cold rush in, making her shudder, even so, she still closed the window with difficulty, completely ignoring the complicated expressions in the eyes of the people next to her staring at her.

The wind died down, and the curtain fell, and the snow particles on the body fell with the slight movement of the body.

Nangong Luojing turned around to meet the light of the eyes that stopped on him, and with a movement of his eyes, he took out the snow pa he was carrying and raised his hand, gently wiping the ice condensation on his face for the man in front of him.

Halfway through the rubbing, the hand was held, and the hand had a slight warmth, and the temperature came from the wrist little by little, as if to warm her frozen body.

Raising her eyes and chuckling, her hands were too cold, and she suddenly felt a lot warmer.

Seeing Feng Yin's head lowered in a daze, his wrist twitched slightly, and the more he broke free, he was tightly held in the palm of his hand.

"Yin" she called out silently, the wrist he grabbed was faintly painful, and he hurt her with his force.

"Are you the real princess?" said in a low hoarse voice, word by word, and raised his head suddenly.

Nangong Luojing's dark eyes were like bright stars, and her heart palpitated and panicked for a while, and then she was relieved for no reason, her eyes locked in his eyes, she knew that he needed an answer from herself, a positive answer, a sure answer from her mouth.

Nangong Luo Jing froze, raised his eyebrows, and replied, "Yes."

He must have known about it a long time ago

Elder Qishan, who had just appeared in this room, was a clear proof of this.

It turned out that the initiator of the dead silence in the room just now was herself, and she sighed secretly, and the warmth in her heart disappeared, leaving only the cold loneliness.

I thought it would be good to hide it, but I didn't expect that what I couldn't hide couldn't be hidden after all.

Looking straight into his eyes, the clear eyes reflected his face, but there was no trace of fluctuation, like the dead lake, the wind rose but could not shake the slightest wave, the palm holding her wrist gradually loosened, and the hand slipped to his side a little weakly.

The light in her eyes gradually became cold like the cold wind blowing from the window, a wisp, a wisp, not cold, but enough to drive away a trace of warmth that was hard to feel.

"Feng Yin is offended, please forgive the princess" He bowed coldly, and then did not raise his head.

Nangong Luojing withdrew his hand embarrassedly, and there was still residual warmth on his wrist, but he couldn't grasp it like smoke and fog, and he couldn't keep it.

Sideways, looking at the fire in the brazier, swaying gently, from time to time there was a "beep" sound when the firewood burned out, very light, but it seemed unusually loud when it fell in this dead room.

One by one, it disturbed Nangong Luojing's thoughts.

His eyes turned slightly, and finally landed on the bowl of black liquid on the table, so he took a step, slowly walked to the table, took the medicine, and held it in his hand, the residual temperature on the bowl still remained, and his heart suddenly became clear.

Picking up his steps, he walked back to where he had been standing.

"Let's drink the medicine first," he handed to the man in front of him and whispered, his eyes glancing at his right shoulder, and there was no way to ignore his injury

With a free hand, he gently touched his shoulder, stroked the wound, and said slowly: "Yin, are you angry?"

The woman's slender hand touched his shoulder, causing his body to stiffen slightly, and panic came from his heart.

He closed his mouth and didn't answer, but raised his eyes, and stretched out his hands to take the bowl of medicine, but his eyes never looked at her.

It's not that he doesn't want to hope, but he doesn't dare to look.

In the past ten years, he has been thinking about the person he wants to protect all the time, but ten years later, he was told that her soul is not hers.

At that moment, he panicked and was confused, as if the only hope of survival in his heart had been destroyed alive.

She, now she, is the person he wants to protect, the person he wants to protect?

"How do you know" Nangong Luo Jing looked at him for a long time, but he was still staring at the bowl of medicine in a daze, presumably his thoughts had already drifted away, just because of this, she couldn't help but want to ask clearly, understand.

She doesn't care what happens in the future, how he will treat him in the future, whether it's the old or the present, it's all in the future.

At this moment she wanted to ask how he knew, what had happened that day, and who had hurt him like this.

"How does Feng Yin know if it's important" He raised his eyes, full of indifference.

Nangong Luojing looked at him, her eyes lightened: "Important" She wanted to know, she wanted to know.

Her expression was darkened, just like Chu Chu was pitiful when he was by her side, her heart shook slightly, she moved her eyes, and replied: "It's Fenglin" or said it truthfully, at this moment, he didn't know whether he should thank this brother or hate him, he wanted to make himself miserable, so he would leave him breathing, let him return to Luoyuan, and let him take a good look at this stunning face in front of him, but the soul in this body has changed hands.