"Allure ......"

With difficulty squeezing these two words out of his throat, Chang Ruosheng walked to the door, and the raised hand stopped in mid-air at the moment when he was about to touch the door.

The winter wind kept beating the hair scattered in his ears, and a cold face was thin and tired at the moment, full of hesitation.

These days, he has constantly restrained himself, so he didn't come to Anyang.

He was afraid that Anyang would hate him even more, and he couldn't afford any reprimands from the other party anymore, he didn't know...... What else can I do......

Today was angry, and he didn't control his emotions.

Who would have thought that he would come all the way and still come here.

An ugly smile welled up on his face, and he lowered his hand in a dejected manner, his bloodshot pupils rolling with palpitating sadness.

"Allure," a low voice slowly spread, "I don't know who else to talk to but you......"

He hung his head in pain outside the door, his nerves tense at the thought of the rumors outside, and he was about to burst.

"Allure, have you slept?"

Circle your fingers and knock gently.

The quiet dormitory did not come with a half-point response.

His fingers moved uneasily, but he forced himself to push the door open.

The warm palace wafted with the scent of pear blossoms, the most satisfying thing he could give her in winter.

Walking in carefully, he saw An Yang sleeping soundly on the soft collapse at a glance.

The sunlight outside the window shone in, and the hazy winter light gave her originally fair face a shallow layer of brilliance. The long eyelashes trembled gently in his sleep, because the delicate lips of the dream were curled, sweet and greasy, which made his heart skip a beat.

"Allure ......"

He leaned down and called softly into his ears, not waking up in the slightest.

"I'm really asleep," he softened his voice and looked at An Yang with fascination.

The world outside has been rolled into a mess, but the moment I saw her, all my troubles turned into a long tenderness.

It's a pity that he understood too late, and the person who should have been held in his hand and treated gently by him would never forgive him again.

"Hmm," as if sensing the gaze next to him, An Yang, who was asleep, frowned dissatisfiedly.

Chang Ruosheng suddenly panicked in his hands and feet, and when he wanted to escape, his eyes opened hazy cracks.

Being looked at squarely, Chang Ruosheng suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, he straightened up with difficulty, and stared condescendingly at An Yang, whose eyes widened because of astonishment.

However, what was waiting for him was not Anyang, who was cold-faced.

"You're here."

The light tone, without any emotion, as if the wind was blowing and going, was normal, and suddenly he felt his heart half cold.

Even if it's scolding him, it's okay to beat him, why is it ......

"Do you want to stand and speak?"

In a calm tone, he felt like a marionette, and sat down abruptly.

"Y-How are you doing......"

He knew everything she had been through day and night, but when he really saw this person, he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Embarrassed to squeeze out a sentence, he tried to soften his facial expression.

Anyang slowly made him a cup of hot tea, and only after the palace maid retreated did he laugh coldly: "It's not good, it's not good." ”

Chang Ruosheng was stunned, and blurted out with concern, "Is it because they didn't serve well?!" ”

An Yang tilted his head, with a sneering expression on his face, "I didn't know before, you are willing to talk nonsense." ”