There are three things in the world that cannot be hidden, the first is coughing, the second is poverty, and the third is love.

The more you try to cover it up, the more you want to cover it up.

Ruo Qianli, who had returned to the dormitory, sat quietly on the chair with her mink fur, the gorgeous background contrasting with her bleak expression.

A maid who had been by her side for a long time was very unaccustomed to seeing her weak appearance after closing the window, and finally couldn't help but come forward and persuade, "Princess, the prince is in danger, we shouldn't leave." ”

Hearing the maid's voice, Ruo Qianli bowed slightly, "Xin'er, you said that the person who was in the sea of fire today was me, will the prince go in?" ”

"Of course!"

The maid named Xin'er replied with some excitement, "The princess is different to the crown prince!" Xin'er could see it. ”

"And, many, no, same."

Ruo Qianli slowly repeated these four words intermittently, snorting self-deprecatingly, and lowering his chin into the dust.

She wanted to retort that if you had seen how Bo Zeyu had treated Mu Xiaoxiao, she wouldn't have said that.

Bo Zeyu, who lost his memory of Mu Xiaoxiao, has changed into a man who was once indifferent and ruthless and proud of the world.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, she received the most love from Bo Zeyu.

Mo Shang Yan is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

But she knew in her heart that what Mu Xiaoxiao had was all the love of Bo Zeyu before she lost her memory.

And what she wants is that wholehearted love.

Why can't he give it?

Ruochisato closed her eyes in annoyance.

A voice sounded in my heart: admit it!

What you like is Bo Zeyu, who loves Mu Xiaoxiao deeply, and the powerlessness you feel is not because you can't get all his love, but because you miss the affectionate young man who rejected you in the wind and rain.

Outside the closed window, there was still a wail, "Prince! Prince! ”

Everyone's hearts are being pinched, and it is not good to protect the prince, and they have ten heads that are not enough to cut off.

In the burning house, the wound on Bo Zeyu's head was still bleeding, and Mu Xiaoxiao held it with his hand in a panic, trying to plug the wound.

But blood was pouring from between her fingers.

"Bo Zeyu!"

She trembled and cried, "Wake up! ”

There was a cry in his voice.

Without the protection of Hongyuan, the fire continued to spread towards the two.

"Crazy! Why are you here to save me! ”

Her weak fist landed on the unconscious Bo Zeyu's chest, and the temperature in the room could no longer shake her in the slightest, "Crazy, don't you know how many people I killed?" ”

Mu Xiaoxiao shook his body.

What you hate now is what you will regret later.

It wasn't until she lost it that Mu Xiaoxiao realized that no matter how much she hated this person, no matter how much she hated this person, she didn't want him to never wake up.

Mu Xiaoxiao, whose face was covered with ash, widened her eyes and secretly made up her mind.

Emaciated, she didn't know where she got the strength to carry the bloody Bo Zeyu on her back and walked forward with difficulty, and after walking past the wooden stake, she looked at the glittering abyss on the ground, and the surrounding circle was as cold as iron.

And Mu Xiaoxiao's palm was faintly painful, her heart was horizontal, she bent down to pick up the abyss on the ground, and her heart was covered with cold and cold breath, and Mu Xiaoxiao almost fainted.

The only thing that supports her is to take Bo Zeyu out, and it really doesn't matter what she does.

Bo Zeyu, who was leaning on her, was weak and opened a slit in his eyes.

The fire was still burning, but the body didn't feel any heat.

"Zeyu! You're going to be okay! I'm not going to let you die! ”

Dizzy, he could always hear a panting voice muttering.

It's noisy, but it feels good.