Nanhuai stood motionless.

Light-colored pupils stared at the girl.

He suddenly remembered that when they met for the first time, the other party's voice was soft and glutinous, and he vaguely seemed to be shy and cute, so he took the initiative to rub up and hug him, and when he pursed his lips, the little dimples were soft and cute.

She asked him at that time why he didn't wait for her to come and lift the red veil again, and her tone was a little low and disappointed.

He didn't know that it was the red yarn on which she had her name written by hand.

He just frowned and pushed her away in disgust.

And a lot of things.

For example, he thought that cheap gift, he didn't think about what kind of mood she was in when she sent it.

At that time, he was surrounded by various princes, and her gift was actually specially to help him.

Right?

But he just threw them away with indifference, like throwing away something that disgusted him.

So really, one parting and two wide, there is no joy.

…

"I don't need an umbrella, you can go by yourself." The girl raised her hand and pushed him away, lowered her head into the rain, and walked towards the courtyard alone.

The boy stepped forward almost subconsciously, holding an umbrella over her head, and slowly chased two steps.

Then he stopped and stood there staring at her.

He had some strength in his hands.

The umbrella hung down.

The rain fell on his fair and delicate face, his long eyelashes were completely wet, and his eyes were blurred.

The emotions seemed to be all drained away, there was only a fluttering panic in my heart, my heart seemed to be constantly falling, and there was a sharp and sharp pain.

He lowered his eyelashes, the rain lowered his eyelashes, like a kitten, and murmured, "Wife." ”

Wife-......

She said and left.

But if you are reconciled, this title really can't be called at all. Maybe someone else will call her that in the future......

He stood there for two seconds, his eyelashes drooping wildly, his heart was so flustered that he had no strength, he lost his umbrella between his fingers, and his face was pale to chase after him.

Prime Minister Mo was left alone in the garden.

…

The waiter stood in front of the door, just giving the eldest lady clean clothes, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the corner of the snow-colored clothes stepping into the courtyard, and the beautiful young man was pale, and his lips were a little lighter.

He seemed to be a little cold, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice trembled a little: "What about her?" ”

The waiter didn't hear clearly, but saw that the little prince was drenched, and hurriedly greeted him in surprise: "Your Highness? What's wrong with you......"

The young man's snow-white clothes were stained, but he seemed to be completely unaware of it, the pupils of the light color like a cat were raised, and he swept the side room helplessly, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is the wife?" ”

The waiter was only stunned, and hurriedly replied, "In the east wing." ”

After answering, before he could ask if he wanted to change his clothes, the elegant snow color passed by, and the boy only saw the wet eyelashes of His Royal Highness. In his eyes, it was like a star that had shattered.

Nanhuai crossed the courtyard.

After seeing the wing, he panicked a little more, and his fingertips tightened his sleeves.

He stood in the courtyard, his face pale, motionless even though the rain had smashed, as if he could not perceive his surroundings.

Raindrops rolled down their eyelashes and down their chins and into their collars, shivering with cold.

He stood there for a moment, but finally slowly stepped forward.

The slender and white fingertips lightly touched the door, and the young man lowered his head and whispered, "Wife, wife." ”

He pursed his thin, pale lips.

"I know you're angry...... I'm so angry with me, I'm not forcing you to understand me, I just have something I want to say to you......"

His voice was lowered, and his voice was dazed, as if it was contained in mist.

"I've put away the red yarn, it's the most precious thing I've ever seen...... Really, I want to thank you for sending it to me. And these days I approach you, not because I have to pretend to be affectionate in front of others, but because I really ......"

He lowered his eyelashes, pitiful.

"I really want to get close to you...... You didn't let me go to the front yard to look for you, and I didn't let you go back to the happy house...... But the things in the happy room have not moved, you have arranged it very carefully, and I put the red yarn on the pillow, because maybe, it may be reconciled, and you can lift it again......"

The young man lowered his head slightly, his white forehead touched the cold door, and the coldness spread to the bottom of his heart.

"I don't want to be separated."