Changle Palace, Inner Sanctum. 35xs

The footsteps staggered with a slight hint of footsteps, accompanied by the strong smell of wine, and gradually approached the huge bed.

But in the inner sanctum, in addition to the uneven breathing, there was a murmur.

"Don't, don't"

What not to

Di Beiyu's footsteps paused at the door.

It wasn't until I heard her voice that I suddenly came back to my senses, and I came here unconsciously.

Obviously he didn't want to come.

It was clear that he didn't want to see her, especially the coldness and impatience on that face, especially the panicked paleness on that face.

So he probably really got drunk.

The long figure stood in the doorway for an unknown amount of time, the lamp on the desk, and the flickering candle flame stretched the shadow on his ground slanted and long.

Just as he turned to leave, a scream suddenly sounded behind him.

"Don't stop"

The man's footsteps paused.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the woman on the bed suddenly sit up, her pupils contracted slightly, and the panic and rapid breathing on her face all told that she had a nightmare just now, and if it weren't for the dim fire, her face would probably be pale at the moment.

Di Beiyu's chest shook slightly, and he subconsciously walked towards her with his long legs.

The moment Su Miao heard footsteps approaching, she raised her head suddenly, her wide eyes full of horror. Flash Dance

Di Beiyu had never seen such a look on her face, she had never been afraid of heaven and earth, as if no matter what happened, she could solve it with ease and ease, as if all the luck and wisdom were favored by her alone.

But at this moment, she was terrified.

Because of a nightmare.

Di Beiyu's heart shrank imperceptibly, and his voice was a little hoarse for some reason, "It's okay, it's just a dream." ”

She looked at him for a long time, as if she realized who the person in front of her was, and her lips moved slightly.

"It's not a dream." The woman suddenly pursed her lips and smiled at him, "It's true that she is really dead, and it is not a dream to die in front of me." ”

Di Beiyu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Maybe the candle flame was too dim, or her face was too ugly, or maybe the fear in her eyes hadn't completely faded, so even her smile was a little cold and terrifying at this moment.

In the next second, the man suddenly leaned over and hugged her, obviously he didn't want to do this.

"No, it's just a dream." He patted her on the back, turned his head and kissed her forehead, and said in a low, almost gentle voice, "She's still alive, but you remembered it wrong." ”

alive

Su Miao closed her eyes, and the uncontrollable ridicule spread in her heart.

She watched the executioner's knife fall and blood splattered in all directions, and she replayed the same image countless times in her mind, and those eyes stared at her until death, only to tell her that the culprit was still alive

Scold.

Su Miao sniffed, "Are you drunk?"

As soon as the words fell, she nudged him coldly.

Di Beiyu was suddenly pushed away by her, but saw that the woman's face was still a little pale, and she didn't know when she had regained her composure, as if all the fear just now no longer existed.

His pupils shrank again, but his movements froze, and his Adam's apple rolled, "I'm not drunk." ”

Su Miao looked at him expressionlessly, "Oh." ”

After that, he lifted the futon and went back to sleep.