In the dormitory of the Dusk Palace, the woman was dressed in light-colored red, holding up her beautiful face with one hand, and leaning on the soft collapse with a bit of laziness.

The closed eyes and the twisted eyebrows between the eyebrows make it clear at a glance that the woman has an unbreakable knot in her heart.

Thousands of thoughts, only at the moment when those beautiful eyes opened slightly, turned into three thousand sorrowful thoughts, the hollowness in the beautiful eyes, which made people feel distressed.

It's been a few days, and Feng Yin has been in prison for a few days

Nangong Luojing had long forgotten, only remembered that after that day, the ensuing house arrest, many prohibitions, and the bad news In short, too many things had happened, so that she had no time to care about Fengyin, who was locked up in the prison.

Flawless, but also deeply in my heart.

She knew, Feng Yihan knew better than her.

He could imprison her body, but not her heart.

When you have the heart to do something, what power can stop it?

She broke into the prison alone as the queen, wanting to let go of the man in the prison, and after being discovered, she was personally taken back to the Dusk Jing Palace by Feng Yihan and imprisoned her alone in this huge cold palace.

But so what, she still wanted to escape, to run away from him, and she wanted to run away.

Feng Yihan, he overestimated her after all.

He wanted her to believe it, to trust it wholeheartedly, but everything had already changed, and she couldn't tell the truth from the falsehood, and she wanted to believe it, but how could she believe it

He understands the struggle in her heart.

Thinking of this, Nangong Luo Jing slowly stood up, brushed his slightly messy silver hair, moved his eyes to look at the extravagance of this room, and pulled a faint smile on his lips, brilliant as a flower.

But she was laughing at the luxury of this room, and she was also laughing at herself like a caged bird, she used to come in voluntarily, but now, it was also her, trying her best to escape.

She fell limply and weakly, and her red clothes fluttered in the wind, wanton and ethereal.

The hair was entwined with the wind, and it cut one beautiful arc after another in the air, and even the people standing far away outside the door were secretly distracted.

After losing his mind for a moment, he retreated from everyone who was following behind him, and then slowly raised his steps and walked into the hall.

The footsteps behind her are getting closer and closer, and the deliberately lighter steps are no match for the silence of this room after all, Nangong Luojing turned around and stared at the man who was walking towards her, staring steadily, not wanting to divert her gaze for a moment, she wanted to imprint him deeply in her heart like this, and then she would never forget his appearance in this life, at least it would only be vague

is still handsome, still peerless, but those incomparably familiar phoenix eyes contain an unpredictable brilliance, she can't understand, can't understand

Feng Yihan, the man, is close at hand, but it is as far away as the end of the world.

Since then, he has been so alienated from her.

The brilliance between the eyes was unpredictable, but she lost that tenderness, and she was sad, sad, and wanted to look away from the light, only to find that the brilliance on his body made her unable to take her eyes off no matter what.

She took a deep breath, staring at his beautiful eyes, when she was circulating, she reflected a little bit of crystal brilliance, like a bright starlight in the dark night, she wouldn't know what Feng Yihan felt in her heart at this moment.

Standing in front of her, there was only the silence between the two, only the heartache of looking at each other but no longer feeling warm.

The pain and struggle in those eyes fell vividly in his eyes, what he saw was the real emotion in her heart, what he couldn't see, he could also deeply understand what she was thinking, she was disappointed in him, deeply disappointed.

"Does Jing'er hate me" he opened slowly, breaking the suffocating silence of the room, his eyes staring at the eyes that stared at him.

The soft voice fell, and the woman's eyes were more helpless.

The good-looking brows furrowed slightly, and the color of struggle was even worse than just now.

Hate her, hate him: The word "hate" never crossed her mind.

All she knew was that when he announced that Feng Yin would be sent to the prison to be executed, she heard the woman tell her that her father had fallen in anger and exhaustion, and that she might always be immersed in the twilight palace he had built for her, and that she would live happily ever after, and if it was as she thought, then this life would be perfect.

It's just that reality is so ruthless.

Her dreams were shattered.

Everything fell apart, fell apart, and could no longer be pieced back to that perfection.

What a cruel result.

For her, all this is too cruel, isn't it, the family hates the country, everything comes too suddenly, how can she bear it.

"Luo Jing doesn't know" she shook her head, facing his question, she didn't know how to answer: "why" The voice choked in her throat, and the rest of the words she wanted to say were already unable to make a sound.

Tears, at some point, welled up in her eyes, blurring them and the man standing in front of her.

Listening to the sound that stopped because of choking, Feng Yihan suddenly lowered his eyes, and before he could finish his words, he already knew it in his heart.

"Jing'er" slowly stepped forward, slowly approaching her, tears blurred the clear eyes, the tears carried an unusually heavy feeling, he slowly stretched out his hand, the tears that slipped from her cheeks fell on his palm, with a scorching temperature, burning him deeply.

He made her so miserable.

The soft, cool touch that lingered on her fingertips made her shudder slightly.

When he stared at his face again, the indifference and alienation between his eyebrows had long since faded, and what remained was the gentleness that was extremely familiar in the past, he was still the person she loved deeply, but he was still the Feng Yihan who held her in the palm of his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," a shallow murmur drifted to his ears.

Stunned, she fell into a soft chest, and the faint fragrance that lingered under her nose was the faint fragrance that she was extremely familiar with.

The familiar smell made her nose sour, and the mist filled her eyes in a flash.

"Cold" she groaned softly, the name had been pronounced in her heart a thousand times, this man, the man who was hugging her at the moment, had hurt her so deeply, and she was still thinking of him.

He hugged her, the soft snort gently fluttered on her neck, she closed her eyes, reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, she snuggled up to his chest, gave up everything in her heart, to feel the softness in his arms at this moment, and said faintly: "I believe in you, I believe in you" She still chose to believe after all.

I believe that he has no intention of harming the people of the country, and he has no intention of forcing his father into such a desperate situation.