It was a butterfly-like kite, colorful, and it was a perfect occasion in such a season. The two figures on the vast grass are also particularly conspicuous.

"Will you?" Hongli wanted to step forward to help Nalan, but Nalan stopped him and didn't let him get close, so he was suspicious.

"Don't forget, I told you that you even told you about Kong Ming lanterns, and this is difficult again." Nalan raised his eyebrows, his face triumphant.

Hongli shrugged, made a gesture of please, smiled, sat on the ground, and looked at Nalan.

Nalan picked up the kite in one hand and the line in the other, and trotted up, but the kite was always not as good as she wanted, and every time she was about to fly high, she landed rapidly, again and again, Nalan was also a little tired, glanced at Hongli who was sitting on the ground, and knew that he must be laughing at himself.

"You're coming?"

"Wouldn't you?" Holding back his laughter, Hongli insisted on saying the words of demolishing Nalantai.

Knowing that Hongli would definitely laugh at her, Nalan pursed his mouth, lowered his head, put his hand on his stomach, and said, "I'm afraid that if I really run, it will hurt the baby, or I'm running and trying?" Nalan's last sentence was intended to tease Hongli.

"Yes, my aunt, I'll do it."

Hongli took the kite, but did not take the string, and said to Nalan: "You take the thread, I run, and you are responsible for pulling the string." ”

"It's fine."

"Lan'er."

"Huh?"

"What a person can't do, don't hold on, hold on to it until the end, and you will be tired yourself." Hongli said such a sentence for no reason, which really made Nalan stunned, and felt that the line in his hand could not be bypassed.

"Silly girl." Hongli knew that Nalan would react like this, and he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

"Here, take the line, it's time to fly."

Hongli ran, holding the kite high in his left hand, and the spool in Nalan's hand kept spinning and turning, turning and turning, and who knew if it was Nalan's heart that was turning.

"Quick, Lan'er, pull the line, I'm going to let go."

Nalan nervously pulled the line, but it was too late, the kite still slipped down from the air, and at the moment when the kite fell, water droplets dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Hongli also looked at Nalan step by step, staring at Nalan tightly, and did not allow Lan to dodge and escape.

"Lan'er, you have my existence in your heart."

Nalan's eyes flashed slightly, Hongli stretched out his hand, slowly approached Nalan's cheek, his eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "Can you open your heart to me now?" ”

Nalan closed his eyes, felt the moisture of all things in early spring, the breeze passed through, bringing bursts of fragrance, raised his eyes, and looked at the white and flawless clouds in the blue sky, moving slowly in the sky, freedom, that is the freedom he has always longed for.

"It's me who is too paranoid." Nalan said softly.

"You're stupid."

"Maybe, in your eyes I'm stupid, I thought I hid it from you, but you know better than anyone else. When did you find out? ”

"I've known for so long that I've forgotten." Nowadays, it is not very important to know or not to know, it is just an outsider, the important thing is that he is sure of her heart.

Hongli's words made Nalan's eyes widen, and what he said meant a few things.

"Lan'er, do you know that the things you want to hide from me are insignificant to me, the important thing is that you, only you."

"Don't make me feel like I'm a clown in front of you." He knows what he is hiding from him, so what he is now.

"Fucha Clan-Nalan, do you know that your pride makes me hate it so much."

"Since you married into the palace, you began to have some resistance to me, at that time, I knew that you had him in your heart, but, Nalan, you ignored one point, if it was with your personality, if you really loved him, you would elope with him desperately, but you didn't, but entered the palace, presumably you already knew that your husband was me, which means that in your heart you are not resistant, the person you liked at the beginning just liked, liked his talent, and liked him to break into your world when you were most in love."

The apprehension in my heart, yes, I am apprehensive, that kind of mood, like my heart that has not been opened for many years, being peeled away layer by layer.