He touched her forehead, she was still groggy and didn't know what she was talking to herself, and it took him a while before he could tell that she was repeating the words, "No one has treated me well......

His heart was like a knife, and he slapped his palm on his head, remembering so many mean and cruel words he had said to her, was this the way that she made Huang Hui a life-saving straw? Now, this straw is gone, and her spiritual world has been completely destroyed!

She is an orphan girl, a person who is seriously lacking in love, and for so long, she deliberately alienated her and hurt her, it is not her fault, whose fault could it be?

His forehead pressed against her cheek, trying to make her feel warm, but her mouth was still muttering, confused and confused, and her hands were still so cold.

Without thinking, he undressed himself, went to bed, lay down beside her, and gently hugged her.

The beds in the VIP room are very wide, and it doesn't look crowded at all when two people are lying down.

She shrank in his arms, her cool body seemed to feel his fiery chest, and she involuntarily leaned against him, wanting to absorb a little warmth.

That's a human instinct.

As if you were about to freeze in the ice and snow, you instinctively seek the last bit of fire.

As for how this fire came from, she had no time to tell.

He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders, so that her body was completely nuisance in his arms. Through the soft hospital gown, he could even hear her slight heartbeat, very faint.

"Feng Feng, are you a little warmer?"

She was completely dazed, her hands quietly resting on his chest, not moving.

For a moment, he heard the even breathing of her sleeping.

He reached out and turned off the lamp at the head of the bed, pulled the quilt, covered the two of them, and carefully exposed her cheeks, afraid that she would be stuffy. She wasn't woken up, and her breathing was still very even. He took both of her hands and noticed that the hand on his chest was getting hot.

He smiled with relief, and gently hugged her, at this moment, his heart was completely relaxed, and with an indescribable gentle affection and happy pleasure, as if the woman in his arms was really his wife.

Really, it was a completely familiar feeling—a feeling from a thousand years ago—for a long time, before Feng Miaolian was sick, she had been his favorite concubine, the two had a deep relationship, and she had always been gentle as water, just like now.

Just back then!

Just back then!

He was embarrassed: as an emperor, there were too many temptations, and he hadn't learned what it really meant to love, so it caused a huge tragedy later.

Thousands of years of reincarnation, and now that I have learned to love, will it be too late?

He thought, "It's better to learn than never," he thought.

The person in his arms gradually became warmer, and his heart also warmed up: "Feng Feng, sleep well, when you wake up, tomorrow will be a new day!" ”

Really, what's the big deal?

Tomorrow is another day!

This is the only compensation for staying in this world, and if you can still love, you will never let go again!

No matter what the circumstances, you will never let go again!

He gently pressed his lips to hers for a long time before parting, put her head around his shoulder socket, put his arms around her, and the two fell asleep together.