When Lu Weihe handed over the cold jade bottle and the letter to Shen Peifeng, he looked at the beautiful but elegant words "Pei Feng's personal enlightenment" on the envelope, and he was very painful and bitter. It is heart-rending and heartbreaking, and it is the mourning of broken muscles and bones. He heard the sound of his own blood clotting to ice in an instant......

His slender, bony fingers flicked the word "Pei Feng" on the envelope with some trembling. He laughed silently and bitterly.

It turned out that his name looked like this in her pen......

But why...... These two words were obviously written on paper, but he felt that she had carved these two words on his heart one by one?

It was the only letter she wrote to him. She chose this way to thank him and say goodbye to him. Sure enough, there was never a place for him in her heart......

Even if she has a little bit of male and female affection for him, he will do whatever it takes to keep her by his side. But no...... Never......

Shen Peifeng did not open the envelope, but carefully folded it and put it close to his chest.

His actions made Lu Weihe stunned: "Childe, don't you take it apart and take a look?" ”

Shen Peifeng glanced at the cold jade bottle at the corner of the table, slowly stared at the deep night outside the window, and said faintly: "She knows." ”

Lu Weihe was stunned for a moment, and was silent for a moment before he suddenly understood the meaning of Shen Peifeng's words. He was a little surprised, and a little uncertain, and asked, "...... What do you mean...... It was Madame, she guessed that the second master was still alive?! ”

Shen Peifeng still maintained the posture of looking out of the window, not moving: "It's not a guess, it's a certainty." Otherwise, she wouldn't have sent this jade bottle. ”

"But...... How did she make sure that the second master was still alive? ”

"I know her too well. She is clear-minded, bright and delicate, not an ordinary woman. Although she may not think of it for the time being, it was you who revealed the identity of my second grandfather to me. But from the moment you went against my will and deliberately made her recognize it, it was doomed to the current result. ”

Shen Peifeng's tone was light, but Lu Weihe suddenly knelt heavily on the ground: "My subordinates are acting recklessly, please punish my son!" ”

Shen Peifeng slowly turned around and helped Lu Weihe up with his own hands, his face was pale and silent: "Uncle Lu, I know that you are all for me." I also admit that I have never been obsessed with her. However, she doesn't have me in her heart, and you know that. What if she came to see me in person today, as you wish?

Seeing her only hurts my heart more. I finally suppressed my thoughts about her, maybe because she came to see me, I was afraid that I would not be able to suppress my thoughts about her, and I would do something against etiquette to her. You may not know that I almost ...... that day in Seifuen."

Shen Peifeng stopped talking at the right time and calmed down, "This is not what I want to see, and neither is she." ”

"Childe ......"

Hearing Shen Peifeng reveal his heart so boldly, Rao is an iron-clad man like Lu Weihe, and his eyes are also a little sour: "My subordinates watch you depressed and unhappy every day, and you are getting thinner and thinner, and your subordinates really can't bear it...... Even if you do anything out of the ordinary to your wife, you have a marriage contract after all. You have kept her by your side for a long time, and she will surely see your goodness, ma'am! ”

"If I had been cruel to her, I wouldn't have let her go when I was in Wucheng that day."

"On that day, you gambled the whole city of Wucheng, and she was just one step away from becoming your rightful wife. Why did you suddenly regret it at the end? ”

Shen Peifeng was silent for a long time, "This woman in the world, she is the only one who makes me emotional." As long as she's happy, I can do whatever I want...... Moreover, she and King Chen are about to return to Jian'an to get married. We'll never be able to......"

"Mrs. Gongzi is not married to King Chen, if you want, everything is still in time!"

"It's too late......"

It's been too late......

Lu Weihe listened to Shen Peifeng's lonely and desolate sigh, and then looked at his increasingly thin face, and felt a tingling pain in his heart.

He opened his mouth, and what else he wanted to say, Shen Peifeng had already spoken in advance: "Uncle Lu, I believe that you can understand my feelings." He smiled, "After all, you made the same choice back then." ”

Lu Weihe was stunned when he heard this, thinking of the peerless face hidden deep in his heart, and felt boundless sorrow welling up in his heart. He didn't say anything, turned around and walked out the door step by step.

After a while, Shen Peifeng's warm voice came from behind him: "Uncle Lu." ”

Lu Weihe paused.

"Later...... Stop calling her Madame. "Pause for a moment, "Also, in a few days it will be the Midyear Festival, you and I will go to Jian'an to worship my mother." ”

Lu Weihe's figure was shocked, and his eyes were red in the direction that Shen Peifeng couldn't see......

The night was silent, a drizzle gradually drifted outside the window, and the air was damp and cold.

Shangguan Jiyue was lying on the bed, tossing and turning.

I don't know if it's her own delusion, she just feels that the weather in early autumn is as cold as early winter. She pulled up the quilt on her body, wrapping her whole body tightly in the thin quilt.

After a long time, the quilt was still cold, and there was not a trace of warmth. She shrank again, still shivering with cold.

Two lines of tears silently slipped from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the pillow, smudging a small moist trace.

Suddenly, she understood. It turns out that it's not that the weather is cold or that the body is afraid of cold. It's that she doesn't have his warmth by her side, and she doesn't have his broad, warm chest.

Moreover, there will be no more ...... for countless days in the future.

Across a wall, Huang Fuchen sat alone in a chair in the next room.

His face was gloomy, and he looked at the flickering candle flame on the candlestick without moving. The eyes, which were already as black as ink, were even deeper and darker. The dim candlelight cast a deep shadow on the wall, as if it had been silent for a thousand years.

Yue'er's dinner was eaten with the soldiers, not with him. He went downstairs, and even though it was dark, he still saw her at a glance in the crowd.

As if sensing it, she looked in his direction. The two stared at each other deeply across the crowd. Eyes staggered, and then he saw dodging and evasion in her eyes.

She quickly staggered her gaze and forced a smile at the soldiers. Then, bow your head and pick up the rice. He saw that even though her chopsticks had been moving for a long time, she hadn't picked a few dishes, and she hadn't eaten a few bites of rice.

Later, he went to her room to find her. only to find that the lights in her house had been turned off. The door that had been kept for him all the time was bolted from the inside.

His heart trembled slightly: she didn't want him in.

Standing in front of her door for a long time, listening intently to the sound of her lying on the couch tossing and turning in the room, he finally did not ask her to open the door, and returned to his room with heavy steps.

It turned out that none of this was an illusion, Yue'er was really hiding from him. The distance between him and her was getting farther and farther away. The thought made him fidget.

He was sure that her heart for him had never changed, but that love had become deep, as if something had overridden it, and he couldn't see it clearly.

At this moment, the candlelight "crackled" slightly, and a small cluster of sparks burst out. Huang Fuchen's heart trembled slightly, and the fingers on the table also moved with this slight sound.

He slowly stood up, strode out the door, and flew up to the roof.

The misty drizzle sprinkled between the sky and the earth, cold to the bone. In the dark night sky, the man sat alone on the ridge of the roof. His inky figure blended in with the night and drizzle, drenched but unaware.

In the room below him lived the woman who was the love of his life......