Ah Zhao dodged his hand.

She looked at Hua Yong.

"You told me not to be angry with you, Hua Yong. Then I have a word for you. ”

Ah Zhao smiled slightly: "Don't deceive yourself anymore. ”

"Is it difficult to admit that I am indeed dead, and that I have indeed broken off with you?"

"No!"

Hua Yong raised his voice.

"I don't believe it!"

"You're just angry, you just don't want to forgive me."

Ah Zhao sighed, looked at him, lowered his head and casually curled a strand of his hair with his fingers: "Okay, if you have to think so, it's up to you." ”

Hua Yong looked at her.

Ah Zhao said: "What you like to think and think, it's all your business." Just don't show up in front of me, don't bother me, feel free. ”

But hearing these words in Hua Yong's ears made him sadder than pointing at his nose and scolding him.

She was like she really didn't care about him anymore.

"Not really."

Hua Yong crouched down in front of her.

He looked up at her: "You said that you will only like me alone in this life, and you will only let me be your holy monarch." ”

Ah Zhao turned his head sideways, not wanting to look at him: "Yes, I once said such things to a person. ”

Hua Yong: "Now you don't have to talk anymore." ”

Zhao: "Because my Qingque is dead." ”

Hua Yong said word by word: "I am Qingque." ”

Ah Zhao smiled and his eyes were a little red: "No, Qingque loves me, he has only lived in Pujia Palace for two years." You are not him, you are the emperor of Great Xia. Hua Yong. ”

"Hua Yong."

She whispered, softly called out his name.

It's like when the two of them were very good.

"I really don't have the strength or the heart to play another game with you, you can go."

"I love you too."

Four clear words sounded in the dormitory.

Ah Zhao seemed to be stunned for a moment and looked back at him.

Hua Yong looked at her without blinking, and repeated clearly: "Qingque loves you, and Hua Yong loves you too." ”

Ah Zhao paused and said indifferently: "It's late." ”

She looked at Hua Yong sarcastically: "Zhaoyang loves Qingque, Bi Banghua doesn't love Hua Yong." ”

"I don't believe it."

Hua Yong stood up and looked at him: "I don't believe it, you can just forget everything about me and you, the plum garden is still there, and the ice crystal flower tree is still there." You can't forget me. You won't love someone like that again. ”

"What's the matter?"

Ah Zhao said lightly: "Who said that people must love to live? My mother doesn't love my father either, in this Suzaku Palace, there have been generations of beauties in the city, and how many have really received the true love of the emperor? ”

Ah Zhao looked at Hua Yong and said seriously: "I should actually thank you, really." A person, emotionally, it is enough to be stupid once. Thank you for teaching me such a real lesson. ”

Hua Yong could no longer speak.

On the way here, he thought a lot.

Confront her, apologize to her, and beg her for forgiveness.

And even earlier.

He thought about how he could get her forgiveness.

What kind of method to use, what kind of words to say.

But when I really saw her, I knew that those preparations were not needed at all.

It's easy to lose, but it's so hard to get back.

"You don't want that, Zhaoyang." When he raised his head, Hua Yong's face was already full of tears.

He thought he wouldn't have a tear.

Ah Zhao's hot blood splashed on his face that day, and he didn't cry.

But at this moment, he burst into tears.

"How can you bear to ......"

——

See you in the evening.