The rippling rain continued to fall down the eaves, Mu Xiaoxiao had been locked up for a day and a night, and the white paper on the desktop was still the same.

Outside, the rain was incessant, and she was hungry inside.

Unable to sit still, she opened the heavy mahogany door and walked out, skirting the winding path, her mind drifting to no avail.

In fact, she had come to live in this prince's secret private residence for a few days.

It rained a lot, much heavier than now, and at the beginning of the period, she just felt a little uncomfortable and didn't pay attention to it, and the people in the house didn't care about her, and the illness became more and more serious.

When the prince returned, she didn't even have the strength to get out of bed.

Bo Zeyu was furious about this, and made everyone in the house kneel and not get up until he came back.

He was angry, wearing only a thin dress, and drove her to the hospital alone.

That section of the road is neither long nor short.

The strong wind blew the curtain several times, and the weak Mu Xiaoxiao could always see her back soaked in the wind and rain, and at that time she really felt that she was in love for a long time.

Later, the imperial doctor prescribed a little medicine for her, and Bo Zeyu took her to this mansion, and he said that he couldn't go back too early, otherwise this group of subordinates would not have a long memory.

Now she is soaked in the rain, but the corners of her mouth are slightly raised.

I'm sure you really took me to heart at the time.

Step by step, he seemed to see his former self and him on the forest path.

A smile and a little bit in my heart.

I love you too, but I hate you more.

I have never forgotten how good you are to me, it is you who erased our past, then there is only a hatred between us to kill our father.

Before I knew it, I had walked to the bedroom where Bo Zeyu lived.

"Girl."

Smell it with a zero temperature.

Bo Zeyu, who had changed into civilian clothes, walked towards her with an umbrella.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was immersed in the past, suddenly woke up.

She frowned in disgust, before and again!

Mu Xiaoxiao, can you have a little bit of interest, don't live in the past.

When she blamed herself, Bo Zeyu came to her side quietly, with a suspicious tone: "Who are you?" ”

Mu Xiaoxiao raised her eyes, took a shallow breath, and pretended to be meaningless, "I am the sister of the crown princess, Chen Xing ......"

She was speechless for a while, and suddenly remembered the fireflies flying in the wasteland, and immediately continued: "Chen Xingying." ”

Bo Zeyu's mouth was pursed into a line, making it difficult to see whether he believed or doubted, and there was a depressing atmosphere in the air, and Mu Xiaoxiao's palms couldn't help but form a thin layer of sweat, and she tried her best to control her expression.

For a short period of time, she almost forgot to breathe, thinking that if he pulled her out here, everything would be over.

"Have we ever met?"

After a long wait, Bo Zeyu finally spoke, and his voice seemed to have changed somewhat.

And his words made the thought of dying in Mu Xiaoxiao's heart burn like a fire in the prairie with lightning speed, the excitement was overflowing, and a pair of eyes couldn't stop flickering.

"We've seen it."

The sparkle in her eyes was true.

"When?"

Bo Zeyu looked at her blankly.

The fire in her eyes was extinguished in an instant.

The lost looked away, looked at the rockery not far away, and replied bitterly, "When I was in the Prince's Mansion." ”

Without giving him a chance to ask questions, Mu Xiaoxiao adjusted his mentality, looking at his amber eyes without sadness or joy, "The prince and noble man are so forgetful, he will definitely not remember me as an uninvited guest." ”

After speaking, Mu Xiaoxiao, who was in a low mood, turned around and walked back.

She thought that her love would never be swayed by him again.

Raising her sweaty palms, she sneered self-deprecatingly.

It's just self-deception.

Bo Zeyu behind him followed her steps for a few steps and stopped again.

He followed closely all the way, and it was definitely not a coincidence that she walked to the bedroom where he lived without any mistake.

But the house was so secretive that he never brought anyone with him.

The qiē in front of me is explained by coincidence.

Is it reasonable?