Her face was almost unwavering, she looked at him calmly, and said word by word: "Whose entourage I want to be seems to have nothing to do with the young marshal." ”

The fingers that were pulled away by her paused in the air, Mu Yan's dark eyes had completely sunk, and inexplicable anger surged in his chest.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes half-covering the darkness of the swelling at the bottom of his eyes, and he was a little depressed and crazy.

But Shi Xia didn't seem to feel that it was enough, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped the wrist he had touched.

She took a slight step back, her pale brown eyes tingling with a small mockery.

"Don't get me wrong, young marshal, I'm afraid that you will dislike me, why don't you wipe it too?"

As she spoke, she lowered her eyes and took out a handkerchief from her other pocket and handed it to Mu Yan.

Seeing that he didn't mean to take it, she hooked the corners of her lips, and her delicate eyebrows gradually spread a layer of coldness, and she spoke coldly.

"Save yourself another pair of gloves."

When the words landed, Mu Yan frowned fiercely, raised his eyes to meet the cold gaze of the "young man", and couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

She knew he had thrown away the gloves that had touched her.

The tightness in his throat made him experience for the first time an emotion called "panic".

At that time, he didn't think too much about it, he was just a habit of cleanliness, and he just lost a pair of gloves.

But now seeing the mockery in the eyes of the person in front of him, he couldn't say a word of cruelty.

In addition to panic, there seems to be regret in my heart.

What's the use of regret?

Some injuries can be remedied if you don't regret it.

The white handkerchief fluttered to the ground, Shi Xia stretched his legs, and the black cloth shoes stepped on it gently.

"I forgot, the young marshal will probably dislike my handkerchief for being dirty, so throw it away."

Lifting her foot, a distinct black mark was left on the snow-white handkerchief, just like her mood when she was discarded by him, black, gray, and emotionless, like a walking corpse.

"Then please trouble the young marshal to clean it himself when he gets home."

She threw another handkerchief at his feet and walked away without hesitation.

Fu Chen glanced at Mu Yan, "The young marshal is self-respecting. ”

Then he followed Shi Xia and disappeared.

There is only one young marshal left in the small courtyard.

The air was very silent, and the young marshal slowly squatted down, took off his military gloves, and touched the handkerchief on the ground with his slender fingertips.

Slightly cool.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell shallowly, and the slender figure of the young marshal was elongated, showing a little loneliness.

He doesn't understand.

Why would he be so concerned about a pawn?

The handkerchief still seemed to have the fragrance of the girl, and with the breeze gently lingering on the tip of his nose, as if he had taken her into his arms that day, the girl's slender waist was not grasped, and she lay softly in his arms......

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On the way back, Fu Chen saw that Shi Xia was not in a good mood, so he didn't speak again, took her to the room, and turned to leave.

Shi Xia reached out and poured a cup of tea.

The warm water vapor stained the long eyelashes, showing a little hazy.

Mu Yan's appearance flashed unconsciously in front of him.

He was a little stunned, as if he didn't think that what he was doing would have any effect on others.

He didn't understand at all.

Nothing to understand.

Blindly immersed in their own world, self-righteous, treating others as chess pieces, using them at will, and discarding them at will.

But the chess pieces also have hearts.

The chess pieces will hurt too.

Slowly closing her eyes, the corners of her eyes were slightly red, the fingertips holding the teacup were wrapped in a layer of coolness, and a tear slid down her delicate cheek, drawing a dazzling light in the afterglow of the setting sun.