“Yi Qing, is there something you need?” It had been two full days, and he wondered how Ling’er was doing. The thought made his face wrinkle.
“Brother Che, what’s wrong? Are you thinking about Lan Ling’er again?” Yi Qing’s seductive eyes missed nothing. She flicked her sleeve, sat on Dong Yang Che’s lap, and leaned her head on his chest, whispering: “Forget her! I can love you completely instead. Okay?”
“Yi Qing, I have something to do right now. Go back to your room and sleep!” His cool dim eyes showed his discomfort with her closeness.
“Brother Che, have you forgotten what you promised me?” Yi Qing persisted, her hands around his neck, looking seductive in her heavy makeup, hoping to spend the night in his arms and become his true princess.
“I’ve issued the divorce letter. Yi Qing, I hope you can find your true destination and not force things!” His words were light, reflecting his struggle to avoid hurting her—the girl he had always treated like a sister.
She is so happy!
Foolishly causing trouble, then being protected without knowing! I hope to be her, even if just for one day, I would die without regret! She retreated, trembling, with blood flowing and tears falling. The hatred cannot be harbored, the love cannot be embraced—is this the happiness bestowed by heaven? Brother Che, why am I not in your heart? Why did heaven make me fall in love with you? Does becoming a woman truly require pain?
The morning sunlight entered the room, filling it with colorful light on the snow-white walls, creating a beautiful visual. The sky was quiet.
“Brother!” An anxious voice interrupted the stillness.
“Yan’er, what’s wrong?” Having stayed up late watching the night sky, he wanted to sleep in but was startled awake by Yan’er’s scream. He quickly walked out barefoot, clothes not properly worn.
“Brother, look! Ling’er is gone!” Yan’er pointed at the empty bed, speaking anxiously.
“Perhaps Ling’er woke up early and went to the courtyard for a walk. After sleeping for several days, she would feel tired,” Luo Ran said calmly, smiling at Yan’er.
When I woke up, it was already the morning of the third day.
Small birds chirped in the trees, and a faint, elegant fragrance occasionally wafted by.
