The only thing Zhuang Mengdie can do for Zhuang Yimo now is to seek a peaceful life for the subjects left behind by Tianxuan as much as possible, and at the same time, protect the mystery of her life experience and prevent Zhuang Yimo from being criticized for this.

In this way, Zhuang Mengdie had to continue to play the role of the bloodline left by the Zhuang royal family, the sister of Zhuang Fuyao and Zhuang Feiyu.

Such a role is destined to make sure that even if there is a deep relationship between her and Zhuang Feiyu, they will never be as bright as those who have lovers, they must cover all this up and not let others see the slightest clue.

Of course, this is not a difficult thing for Zhuang Mengdie, nor is it for Zhuang Feiyu, after all, after so many years, no one has ever doubted that there is anything wrong with the relationship between them.

But now it is different, today's Zhuang Feiyu is no longer the original Zhuang Feiyu who does things without leakage and is steady and self-controlled, but a big child whose mind is imprisoned at the age of eight. In the face of Zhuang Feiyu, who was still in ignorance, how could Zhuang Mengdie confirm this relationship on her own? Even if Zhuang Feiyu kept saying that he liked her just now, he couldn't tell what she wanted?

For an eight-year-old Zhuang Feiyu whose mind is imprisoned, even if the feelings he says are true, how can she Zhuang Mengdie accept it with peace of mind?

When Zhuang Feiyu comes to his senses, will he not only no longer like her, but also hate her because of the harm she caused to him before?

Thinking of that night, Zhuang Feiyu's expression when she fell down after drinking the "Drunken Yellow Spring", Zhuang Mengdie's heart ached, like countless sharp knives wringing in her heart.

The pain in her heart made Zhuang Mengdie's face burst into tears, her hands and feet trembled slightly in pain, she didn't know where she was, she didn't dare to imagine what would happen to her and Zhuang Feiyu in the future, she knew that the worry and sorrow at the moment were enough to make her at a loss.

Zhuang Feiyu stood on the side of the bed and looked blankly at Zhuang Mengdie, whose tears kept falling, his hand slowly stretched out, he seemed to wipe away the tears on Zhuang Mengdie's face, but his hand was about to touch Zhuang Mengdie's cheek when he paused stiffly, and then silently withdrew it, he wanted to wipe the tears on Zhuang Mengdie's face, but he didn't dare, he didn't forget, Zhuang Mengdie was driving him away just now, and he didn't forget, it was he who may have said the wrong thing, so Zhuang Mengdie burst into tears like this.

Zhuang Feiyu's mouth opened and closed, and it was repeated several times, he didn't know how to comfort Zhuang Mengdie, and he didn't know what to do, so that Zhuang Mengdie would no longer be sad, sad, and cry.

He didn't know, he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do, he only knew that when he saw Zhuang Mengdie crying silently, his heart hurt, it really hurt, it was like being pinched tightly by an invisible big hand, harder and harder, harder and harder, so that he couldn't breathe in pain.

Why, why do I feel so uncomfortable when I see Sister Die crying? Why is Sister Die so sad? Did I make Sister Die angry? Did I clumsily hurt Sister Die again?

No, I don't want Sister Butterfly to be sad, I don't want Sister Butterfly to shed tears, and I don't want to leave Sister Butterfly!520

Zhuang Feiyu had a voice shouting loudly in his heart, and he subconsciously stepped forward and hugged Zhuang Mengdie, who was still crying silently, into his arms.

Although Zhuang Feiyu didn't know what Zhuang Mengdie was sad about, what he was crying for, and he didn't know why his heart was so painful, when he reacted, he had already held Zhuang Mengdie, who was crying, in his arms, which was the only instinct he could feel when he saw her sad.

Zhuang Feiyu didn't know and didn't understand too much, but he didn't need to be exquisite, there seemed to be an inexplicable power that made him know that Zhuang Mengdie, who was silently shedding tears at the moment, needed an embrace, and it was also that inexplicable power that made him think that his embrace was what Zhuang Mengdie needed.

So, Zhuang Feiyu obeyed this inexplicable power, and was also loyal to his inner feelings, and gently hugged Zhuang Mengdie between his arms.

Zhuang Feiyu couldn't see Zhuang Mengdie's tears, as if every tear of her fell into his heart, he wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say, all the words were so pale and weak at this moment, he only hoped that his arms could bring her comfort, and his chest could bring her warmth.

I don't know why, this feeling is so clear, so clear that it seems that all this has already penetrated into his bone marrow, regretting his three souls and seven spirits, making him instinctively do all this, without guessing anything, without thinking about anything, just simply following his instincts, following his own heart.

Zhuang Feiyu's silent move of hugging herself into her arms touched Zhuang Mengdie's weakness in an instant, she couldn't help but stretch out her hands and hug Zhuang Feiyu tightly, she leaned her face on Zhuang Feiyu's shoulder, silently flowing tears and finally couldn't help but choke and sob, as if she was back to the past, as long as Zhuang Feiyu was there, as long as she leaned on his warm and thick shoulder, she could vent her emotions without scruples.

Because she knows that no matter what she is, as long as Zhuang Feiyu is there, he will accompany her, protect her, and spoil her.

Feeling Zhuang Mengdie's backhand hug, Zhuang Feiyu lowered his head slightly, watching Zhuang Mengdie cry and cry in his arms, and suddenly his heart trembled, as if Zhuang Mengdie had been standing on the tip of his heart, as soon as she cried, his heart involuntarily trembled and was uncomfortable.

Zhuang Feiyu's mind went blank for a moment, and he slowly, slowly lowered his head, and kissed the tears from the corners of Zhuang Mengdie's eyes gently.

Zhuang Mengdiexu never thought that Zhuang Feiyu would do this, and couldn't help but stiffen in shock.

Zhuang Feiyu seemed to follow her heart, and her soft and warm lips gently went down the corners of Zhuang Mengdie's eyes, landed on her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally landed on her lips like a dragonfly.

Zhuang Mengdie's lips tasted her salty tears, as well as the warmth that touched the deepest tenderness in her heart. All this is like a dream, so familiar, but so unreal, however, Zhuang Mengdie can clearly know that this is not a dream, this is real, it is real.

Even though his heart was either happy or moved, Zhuang Mengdie still subconsciously shook his head gently, and slowly stretched out his hands to hold Zhuang Feiyu's face, breaking such an intimate distance between them.