After nightfall, Mu Xiaoxiao sat in front of the dim window, with a pot of wine on the edge, and the moon branches were in the shadows.

Today she was particularly touched, and she really wanted to find someone to talk to, but she found that except for Chen Xingrui, who had left, she didn't have a second person to talk to.

Isn't it particularly ridiculous.

She thinks that she treats people sincerely all her life, has no intention of harming others, and has no habit of taking by force.

Why is she always turned away from everyone.

In Jiangnan, everyone was afraid that her life was too hard, and in the capital, she was also ordered not to take a step in this life.

What the hell did she do wrong? To endure the ups and downs of a life without a foothold.

Qianqian grabbed the wine jug in front of her wrist and poured it into her mouth fiercely.

Looking back on the past, there was always someone to accompany her to share her pain, with her father in the first half of her life, and Bo Zeyu in the second half to escort her.

The cold wind blew into Mu Xiaoxiao's neck through the crack in the window, but she didn't feel it at all, she looked at the candlelight in the distance in a daze, and the stars were shining.

She can't remember when she lost everything.

Loneliness flowed into her blood, leaning her head sideways against the edge of the window, her big round eyes hollow, deeper than the night sky, revealing an indelible sadness. Over the years, she has dried all the tears that should have been shed, and now there is not a drop of it.

Looking at the extremely familiar prince's mansion in front of her, she silently thought: Zeyu, let's die together, go to hell to apologize to my father.

That night, she leaned against the window and fell asleep with the cold wind.

Following.

The glare of sunlight hanging in the sky didn't wake her, it was the constant sounds of walking and murmuring from inside the house that woke her up.

Mu Xiaoxiao stretched out a hand and rubbed the center of her eyebrows, and her two eyebrows were twisted. It must have been drinking too much last night and blowing cold wind, so my head hurts so much. She began to examine herself that she shouldn't have drunk so much.

"You've been drinking?" A deep, familiar male voice.

The painful nerves after drinking suddenly disappeared, Mu Xiaoxiao's cloudy brain became clear and abnormal, she put down her hand, opened her eyes, and saw his eyes with the same puzzled eyes and an unblemished face.

Their noses were about to be put together, and Mu Xiaoxiao, who had forgotten to dodge, could feel a fullness in her chest that was about to overflow, and she almost forgot to breathe.

"Wash up first!" Bo Zeyu straightened her waist and separated her from her at a distance. A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, women are all the same superficial, and they are easily confused by men's surfaces. I thought she would be different, after all, the hatred in her eyes was so real, hum, it turned out to be nothing more than that.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was flushed, stood up behind him immediately, but her legs were weak, and she knelt directly on the ground, her wounds had not healed a few days ago, and the strong pain like electricity made her unable to stand on her own.

The wide double eyelids are folded into two pleats and turned into three eyelids.

"Shhh She gasped. Vaguely, I heard him not really leaving.

A black figure streaked in front of her.

He just walked by with such a blind eye, and he didn't mean to help her.

At that moment, I don't know why all the pain was gone, not even the process of grief, and her heart was calmer than ever.

"Crown Princess, are you alright?" Several maids stepped forward to help her up, and Mu Xiaoxiao sat on the dresser obediently with her strength like a doll at the mercy of others.

Mama Wang, who came later, ran in with a gorgeous formal suit in her hand.