Walking outside the room, Mu Xiaoxiao looked at Ji Pu angrily, "Why do you want to echo Daddy?" ”

Ji Pu's face was expressionless, but he poured out three words that shocked Mu Xiaoxiao, "I'm sorry." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned at the door, not knowing what to say.

Ji Pu in the sun turned around and walked towards the stairs, Mu Xiaoxiao involuntarily followed, and asked worriedly, "Brother Ji, are you okay?" "Is it because she is speaking in too heavy tone? Mu Xiaoxiao followed behind him ashamedly.

It may be that there are too many things suppressed in the bottom of my heart, Ji Pu suddenly stopped, and said to Mu Xiaoxiao, "Today's is all leisurely ghosts, it is I who is too confident to lead the prince over, and Uncle Fu's affairs are all my fault." ”

It is said that the iron man is tender, Mu Xiaoxiao didn't know that Ji Pu would have such a side, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's not your fault." ”

"Miss Mu." Ji Pu was still sluggish, "I want to be alone for a while." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao left with interest, sat on the edge of the bed after returning to the room, stayed from sunrise to sunset, and kept the same posture without even eating dinner.

Are you really going to leave tomorrow?

The wind was gusting outside, Mu Xiaoxiao sat up from the bed, walked to the window, opened the mahogany windowsill, leaned on it, and frowned.

Do you really have to go? She thought about it seriously, and when she saw the prince, she was so excited that her hands were shaking, not because she was afraid, but because she was happy.

Then came the deep pain.

They can't go back.

Mu Xiaoxiao supported her head with her hands and quietly looked at the grass and trees outside, all of which were landscapes that she could remember with her eyes closed.

This is the beginning of her life, and it is also the footprint of her growth, Mu Xiaoxiao never thought that one day she would leave here forever.

How will we live in the future?

Raise your head and look at the bright moon in the sky.

The moon is really round today.

The sound of 'grunt' bottles rolling sounded under the windowsill.

"Who?" Mu Xiaoxiao quickly came back to her senses, stood on tiptoe and looked down, but she couldn't see anything except a pair of shoes. She guessed that the man must be sitting in the corner. She was just about to walk away and go outside to take a look, when she heard a male voice that gave her goosebumps all over.

"I also want to know, who am I?"

Mu Xiaoxiao was startled at first, "Prince? ”

Later, listening to his sad tone, her heart suddenly cut like a knife. The prince has always been cold and detached, ignorant of everyone, proud as he is, and should not be so decadent.

"Why are you here?" Mu Xiaoxiao avoided his question, and looked at the windowsill that blocked her and Bo Zeyu's vision with low eyes, as if she saw Bo Zeyu through the windowsill.

The prince under the windowsill also leaned his neck, his cheeks were red, and he looked like he was drunk, and there were many wine jugs rolling around his hand, and no one knew how he got in or how long he had been waiting here.

There is no door in the world that he can't break through, but there are people he can't wait for.

"I'm dreaming." Bo Zeyu's slightly drunken voice slowly came into her ears.

Such a sad tone made Mu Xiaoxiao's voice become sad, "What did you dream of?" ”

Bo Zeyu looked ahead, and the sound of heavy breathing couldn't hide the pain in his heart, "You." ”

His simple tone made her feel sad, I never wanted to hurt you, and if I knew that we would become like this, I would definitely not leave.

She also realized that something was wrong with her, and immediately cleaned up her sadness and said quietly, "How much wine have you drunk?" "It's a window away, but you still have a strong smell of wine.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was holding the windowsill, could see her uneasy and trembling fingers.

She thought about countless pictures of the prince coming to her, but it was when he was most unconscious.

Thinking of noon, my father asked her, are you reluctant to be the prince.

She denied it at the time.

That's not a disobedience, but there are many reasons to stay, and he is one of them.

Mu Xiaoxiao also often dreams of Bo Zeyu, and dreams that they are still walking side by side hand in the afternoon, a cup of tea, a lamp, and a couple.

The sky is wasted and the earth is old, and it is beautiful to have him.

It's just that after waking up from the dream, I can only be melancholy and full of thoughts.

Is he the same?

You can only smile in your dreams.

After nightfall, the weather gets cooler, and people who are obviously afraid of the cold feel very warm.

She kept stretching out in her single clothes, and no matter how hard she tried, she could only see his knees.

I don't know if it was cold or numb, Bo Zeyu withdrew his leg.

"Are you cold?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked with concern.

"I'm leaving, you can go back." The cold wind made him sober up a lot. He rarely drank until his memory was blurred, and he didn't even know how to find Mu Xiaoxiao's room, and kept pressing his hand back and forth on his temple.

There was a crisp sound of footsteps overhead.

Bo Zeyu's head press also paused, and he guessed that it was Mu Xiaoxiao's voice leaving.

Somehow, my heart was a little empty

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