Ryuyin Palace.

Candles flickering and sandalwood curling.

Quan Tianjiu sat on the dragon chair, supporting his forehead with one hand, and closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was asleep or closed his eyes to recuperate. The handsome angular face was gloomy and heavy, not only the kind that did not smile, but under the eye sockets was a faint dark blue, obvious exhaustion.

He had a dream—or rather, it wasn't a dream, it was just a subconscious conjecture, because he wasn't asleep at all.

In the past three years, he has not been able to sleep well for a single night.

In the white mist, he seemed to see the figure again, and she kept running in front, and as she ran, she began to bleed—all over her body.

Just like he saw in the thousand-year-old ice room.

As soon as the scene turned, it did turn to the ice room, and every time he went to see her, she always closed her eyes quietly.

But this time, for some reason, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his scarlet eyes stared at him, "Quan Qianjiu, why don't you die...... Why don't you die! I'm a ghost, and I won't let you go......"

Gritting his teeth and hating words, a voice echoed in his ears like a magic sound, mercilessly wringing his internal organs.

"Little Seven!"

Quan Tianjiu suddenly opened his eyes, the bloodshot in his eyes was red, the green tendons on the back of his clenched fist were exposed, and the pain in his chest that pierced his heart and bones surged up intensively again, causing his already unsightly face to become more and more pale.

After three years, it still hurts.

He had thought more than once that if he hadn't done it, if he hadn't given the last medicine, if he hadn't let go of her hand at the last minute, if he hadn't ......

It's a pity, where did so many ifs.

Xiyan had said that he would regret it, and he firmly asserted that he would not.

But now......

Do you regret it?

Usually this question—or as long as it's something like that—hurts more the more you think about it.

I didn't dare to think deeply, but I couldn't control thinking again and again.

Masochistic in general, but willing to eat.

Humanity that is contradictory to the extreme.

"Your Majesty."

At the door, an inopportune voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the face carved into the bone marrow that appeared in a trance in front of his eyes.

A trace of displeasure flashed quickly in Quan Tianjiu's eyes, and he glanced at her lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's so late, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Xia Rusheng took the food plate, hesitated, and walked in slowly, "It's been like this all day, it seems that there are endless things to do, what should I do if I burn my body?" In the past, my father was not like ......," paused, "Do you want to numb yourself with busy government affairs?" ”

"You're thinking too much."

Quan Tianjiu didn't have any expression, and he didn't think about anything to numb himself, because nothing could make him really paralyze himself.

Xia Rusheng pursed her lips, "Let's eat something." ”

She took out the soup she had boiled all afternoon, put a bowl in front of him, and the spoon stirred gently in the bowl, clanging like a heart.

Quan Tianjiu looked at the movements in her hand, and was a little distracted for a while.

In the past, Xia Xiaoqi liked this very much, and when they hadn't broken up, she often knocked the bowl with chopsticks or spoons.

It's just that at first I felt noisy and stubborn, and then I felt that I missed it and was reluctant, but now I ......

I just feel that when I think about it, my breathing hurts.

Quan Tianjiu's throat rolled, and lowered his eyes, "Let it go, you go out." ”

Xia Rusheng pursed her lips and glanced at him again and again.