“Hey! That sounds too polite. Who are we to each other? Don’t forget, I’m your imperial guard, responsible for your safety!” Lan Ling’er jumped up cheerfully.
“Ruo’er, don’t be like this. It’ll make me feel heartache!” He was drawn into her emotions, finding it hard to extricate himself.
Was he feeling sorry for her? He was saying he felt heartache, but this came too late.
If he had told her from the beginning, she would have thrown herself into his arms without hesitation. But starting over was impossible; he had Qing Cheng and would have a princess in the future. She would rather lose than accept this incomplete love.
“Oh, don’t be so mushy. I’m getting goosebumps! It’s so cold!” She set aside her pain and looked at him playfully.
“Your Highness, what do you want to do to our miss? Although our miss harmed Miss Mu Rong, Mu Rong isn’t dead! Your Highness, please spare her!” Xi’er rushed in, having dropped her teacup, to protect Lan Ling’er and plead for her.
“Xi’er, don’t worry. Your Highness has no ill intentions! Pour some tea for Your Highness first!” Xi’er’s arrival interrupted their moment of silence, giving her a chance to breathe.
“Yes, Miss!” She looked at the prince; he didn’t seem like he was there to harm her. As a noble prince, would he secretly kill? If he wanted to, he would have already. She must have overthought it.
Xi’er quietly retreated, leaving her questions for tomorrow.
“Ruo’er, does it still hurt?” She gently caressed Ruo’er’s slightly swollen face.
“It’s nothing! I’m not that delicate! It’s late…” The smile faded, replaced by quiet tears.
“Ruo’er, if I don’t hold you, I’ll regret it for a lifetime!” He tightly embraced her, whispering softly by her ear. Her kindness made him feel small, and the more she pretended to be indifferent, the more his heart ached – a feeling he had never experienced before.
Thank you for letting me feel happiness in the days ahead. Without me, you will still be happy, and I will gradually learn to adapt to the pain.
