I had the audacity to slap his hand off, and was about to get up and say to Qi Guanrongzheng, "The poison doctor is me, I am the poison doctor, if it is fake, it is unique", the masked man reached out and fished me back into his arms, one hand tightly imprisoned my waist, and then waved his hand to Gongsun Yizhi.

Gongsun Yizhi was ordered to get up and go out, and soon brought in a handsome middle-aged man.

When I saw this man, his eyes widened in disbelief, his mind went blank, and the scene in front of me seemed to be shrouded in mist.

It seems to be real and illusory, and the distinction between truth and falsehood is not clear.

There are only two words left in my head, not dead, not dead, not dead.

I couldn't help but tremble, and I opened my mouth to call someone, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't make a sound at all.

The masked man turned my head away, and his cool fingertips gently touched my cheeks to wipe away my tears from an angle that others couldn't see.

He lowered his head and kissed the other side of my brow, and the moment his warm lips touched me, I found myself again.

So what I just saw was a dream?

Or is it a nightmare about something I didn't want to remember before?

In the center of the main hall, the handsome man really looks like his father, and his appearance has not changed at all in ten years, exactly like the gentle man in my memory.

My eyes were fixed on the masked man, but in my heart I was thinking of the man in the center of the hall.

I wanted to turn my head and make a careful identification, but I didn't dare, I was afraid, I was afraid that it was really a dream.

"Fake, Xi'er."

I stared at the masked man in confusion, why did he give me hope and let me down, I wanted to strangle him.

I shouldn't have hoped, my father and mother were buried with my own hands, how can I still be alive?

My vision was blurred again, and I felt that the whole world was gray, helpless, like duckweed without roots, floating up and down but having no home.

The masked man held me in his arms, my face lying on his strong chest, his body temperature through the fabric made my cold heart feel the urge to get closer.

Not enough, not enough, I wrapped my hands around him tightly, wanting to embed myself in his body, wanting to be buried in his heat.

I pinched his back with my fingernails, trying to pass on my pain to him, I was sad to die, the death of my father and mother was always a pain that I could not mention, but he still had to take advantage of my father's appearance.

He gently stroked my back, again and again, like a baby.

The banquet continued, but I fell into his arms and didn't want to look at the hall again.

I didn't know what they were talking about, I didn't know what they were dealing, and I slept peacefully on my chest wet from crying.

I'm so tired, I can't wake up like this.

……

By the time I opened my eyes in a daze, the hall had been quiet, the food and wine had been removed, and the officials had left.

The person holding me maintained the original posture, perhaps for fear of waking me up, and it can be called considerate and gentle.

But when I regained my senses, I hurriedly pushed the man away, got up and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, I sat for too long, my legs and feet were numb, and my legs fell to the ground as soon as they were weak.

The masked man hurriedly pulled me back into his arms.

"Angry?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, probably because he had drunk, which sounded good and charming.

I didn't want to appreciate it, and struggled to get up again.

He used some force on his arm to hold me in his arms and keep me from moving.

"Xi'er, I'm sorry."