Looking at the woman lying on the bed, Xiao Qingfeng's eyes changed a lot, and his heart suddenly ached. Love, that's it, one step late, is to miss. If you miss it, you will ,,, for a lifetime" Xiaoyuzi, why?? ”

The person on the bed moved, knowing that she was about to wake up, Xiao Qingfeng gently closed her eyes, hiding her emotions. returned to his usual appearance of the breeze and bright moon.

"Little Rain"

Looking at the person in front of him, Sikong Yunuo's eyes flashed with disappointment, it wasn't him......

Seeing her disappointment in her eyes, Xiao Qingfeng's heart ached again. She never knew that when he was taken back by the prime minister, at first sight, he noticed her. Her pair of autumn waves as clear as a spring water, and when she looked at him with an elf-like expression, one of his hearts fell......

"Little Rain"

Without making a sound, Sikong Yunuo just sat there like that, as if he had lost his soul. The lifeless appearance is heart-wrenching.

"Xiao Yuzi, your body is very weak now, eat something!"

Still no one answered,,

With a heavy sigh, Xiao Qingfeng turned to leave. From beginning to end, Sikong Yunuo just sat there quietly, his eyes looking straight ahead, as if he was looking at something, but there was no focus.

After a while, Xiao Qingfeng went back and forth, holding some delicate pastries in his hands. "Xiao Yuzi, this is your favorite hibiscus cake, eat some!"

"Xiao Yuzi, don't you do this, answer my words, okay?"

"Miss, slave beg, just eat something!" Cui'er heard with a crying voice

Xiao Qingfeng listened to the words coming from the house, and a nameless anger rose in her heart, for three days, she didn't eat or drink, she cared so much about Jun Wuchen, did she want to die with him?

Pushing open the door, his usually warm eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness. "Get Out"

Cui'er was also taken aback by his appearance, glanced at Sikong Yunuo on the bed worriedly, and finally went out slowly.

Walking over step by step, looking at her who was thinner than Huanghua, Xiao Qingfeng slowly clenched his fists. "Sikong Yunuo! For the sake of a Jun Wuchen, do you want to leave everything behind? Your father, Cui'er, and me, don't you care!! ”

After all, he was reluctant to hurt her in the slightest, Xiao Qingfeng sighed heavily, pulled her over, and locked her firmly in his arms. His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze in March. "Xiao Yuzi, he's dead, forget about him, okay? The little madman likes you too, okay with me? You're still my little lady......"

Hearing his words, Sikong Yunuo's body trembled slightly

Sensing her change, Xiao Qingfeng easily let her go. Take out a delicate hosta "Yu'er, remember?" When you were a child, you liked this hosta very much, and at that time, I couldn't give you the life you wanted, so I refused to give it to you. Now, bring this hairpin for me, okay? ”

Sikong Yunuo looked at the delicate hosta, and his hand slowly stroked his chest, which was the ink jade he gave her. Send you a feather, make a promise, a lifetime and a couple,,, that night the moon is bright, he said this affectionately, and the past is replayed over and over again...... After all, she was the one who killed him. If she could have known her feelings for him earlier, nothing would have happened,,,

Looking at the hosta, Sikong Yunuo heard a sentence in a trance

If you give me a hosta, I will give you long hair.

Wash away the lead

From then on, he was diligent and thrifty

The person she wanted to curl her hair was gone,,,,

"I'm sorry, little madman."

"Xiao Yuzi, for me, for the sake of the people who love you, I just ask you, can you live? This hosta, bring it, I understand what you mean, just treat it as a continuation of my brother's sister! Gently inserting the hairpin into her hair, he knew that her heart was not with him, but he never thought of a second person with this hairpin. Retracting his thoughts, Xiao Qingfeng ordered someone to serve food.

It wasn't until later that Sikong Yunuo knew how precious this hosta was,,,,

Author's words: Dear friends, the baby's contract has not passed, I originally wanted to give up, but the support of the parents is also the motivation for the baby's writing. If you like it, you can collect it. Momda