Looking at the penumbra alone in the dim night, it feels like a dream in the depths of falling red.

After years of mourning, I cried with tears in my eyes.

The clear eyes passed through several years of spring and autumn.

Everything around you is so quiet that you can hear the chirping of birds and the gentle ripples on the calm lake surface.

Ying Ying stood alone at the end of the bridge with his hands behind his back, staring at the clear water under the moonlight with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

She was on the attic, looking at her lonely figure in the distance. What did he feel deeply about today?

Lowering his eyes, he couldn't help but whisper to himself: Murong Haochen, why do you have a different kind of affection for you?

Walking slowly behind him, he had been watching her silently from behind, and now she was doing the same. At that moment, she gradually understood that it would make her painful to follow him, that kind of pain

feeling.

Just when she was lost in thought, a soft voice slowly came.

"come over."

Even if he was watching intently, he would feel any sound. In fact, he had already noticed it as early as Ye Yilan stepped into this place.

With lingering fear, I walked to his side and turned to look at his side face, his soft jaw and extremely clear outline.

"Do you like it here?" He then turned around and held her hand, staring at her with deep eyes.

"I like it. But, I can't live here forever."

She really likes the quiet life here, but it is impossible after all. After all, there are too many obstacles in it, and she can't guarantee what will happen in the future?

"If I have the rest of my life, I want to..."

"Don't say it."

Whether to say it or not was just a matter of thought. She didn't want to hear what he said, as long as they both understood it in their hearts.

For Murong Haochen, they missed too much, and these often became their obstacles. He stared affectionately: "There is nothing that cannot be said between you and me."

Murong Haochen held her hand and sat on the edge of the bridge, hugged her waist and nestled in his arms. At that moment, everything about her appeared in his mind.

Muttering to himself: "I remember you once said, why did I choose you and when did I fall in love with you? In fact, my love for you was deeply rooted when you were four years old. I came to you.

Say, I am just a playmate or passer-by in your memory. The first time we met, I could only be indifferent to you, but my love for you is always there. Even if I treat you coldly, all this is for you."

Hearing this, Ye Yilan couldn't help but raise her eyes and look at him who was unusual. In the past, he would not tell himself the truth one by one. Today, instead, he told the truth and felt that all the questions he had asked before were unnecessary.

Four years old? A passer-by? These memories are very vague. At that time, she really couldn't remember what happened in the real scene. From his words, she knew his yearning for his childhood. The memories from that time must be of great significance to him.

She had always thought that he had a purpose for approaching him, and now she had solved all the confusion. It turned out that everything was destined at that time. No wonder, his arrogance when they first met and his subsequent gradual...

Far away is just an illusion.

Looking at him today, she couldn't help but want to comfort him: "What happened to you today? Why did you talk so much to me?"

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said to himself: "Yes, why should I say this to you?"

He didn't know what happened today, but it seemed like he was talking a lot of drunken words.

Ye Yilan looked at him in confusion. When did he have the habit of talking to himself? The light emanating from his eyes was so painful that he had to hold back his laughter.

You must be very tired after all these years!

Looking down at her, he was reluctant to let her go. His tender and sweet eyes became deep and dim, and he slowly said: "Lan'er, if someone really wants me to abdicate and snatch you away, who will you choose?"

For some reason, the person in what he said reminded her of Murong Haoli. But she had never thought that if he became the emperor...

His words were difficult for her to say: "I..."

Seeing her hesitation, he nodded slightly and said indifferently: "I understand."

He no longer hugged her, he already knew the answer, so why bother asking for trouble and begging so hard.

The moment he realized it, she only realized it later.

It turned out that she needed him.

When he turned to leave, his heart twisted, and he stood up suddenly and shouted: "You don't know at all."

After hearing what she said, he stopped and actually wanted to listen to her next words.

He is looking forward to it.

Ye Yilan looked at that proud back, picked up her skirt and walked slowly behind him to get closer.

Suddenly, Murong Haochen's frown gradually relaxed, her body was close to his, but she hugged him tightly.

"Murong Haochen, if you talk such nonsense again in the future, I will definitely not stay by your side."

I have said it so thoroughly, he should understand.

"No, I want you to stay with me wholeheartedly."

He really didn't know the choice in her heart, but now, he was sure of it.

His words were extremely domineering, and sometimes she could feel slightly timid.

The deep affection when he turned around was always revealed in his eyes, and she couldn't resist everything he brought.

Without any warning, her lips were captured by his, and her eyes were slightly furrowed in panic. His kiss was extremely gentle, and her tongue tips were tossing and turning, letting him play with it.

He slowly lowered his body and lay on the cold bridge. Murong Haochen's body pressed against hers, and the two hugged each other tightly.

Ye Yilan had already been immersed in his kiss, as if everything was like a dream.

He gently stroked her cheek and asked tenderly, "Did it hurt you?"

Seeing that her lips were slightly red, it was because he had kissed her a little too hard just now, for fear of hurting her, so he pecked her lips apologetically.

With slightly flushed cheeks, she pursed her warm lips and shyly turned her head away: "No."

Seeing this, Murong Haochen lazily fell aside and looked at the starry sky with his head in his arms.

The twinkling starlight exudes different colors.

Biting her lip, she turned to look at him with a serious expression on the sky, which made her look at him too.

"Some people say that looking at the brightest heart among the stars is the person you miss the most."

Murong Haochen, are you missing someone today? That person must have a different meaning to you.

Looking at his side face, I don't know why I have the illusion that everything is extremely familiar. This feeling has always been there.

Missing someone?

The person he misses may never be seen again.

"But the person I miss is by my side right now. The brightest heart is just praying." Don't look too far. The moment her eyes met, he knew exactly who the person he was missing was holding his hand.

Her hands were warm in her palms. "Lan'er, you will always be by my side. You are not allowed to go there."

Hearing this, Ye Yilan couldn't help but hide her smile. When she saw Murong Haochen was about to hug her again, a flash occurred in her mind, and she stood up suddenly: "Today, I promised Ziling that I would be there before dark.

I went back, but I..."

When she was with him, she forgot about such an important matter. She was just worried that they would be anxious.

Murong Haochen, on the other hand, looked indifferent and looked at her quietly.

"Don't worry, I have arranged everything. However, no one is allowed to come out secretly in the future." He hugged her again and said affectionately. "I don't know how you came out?"

Up to this moment, Murong Haochen could not figure out what method she used to escape from the palace safely. If he hadn't contacted her secretly, I really don't know what would have happened in Qinlan Palace at this moment.

After hearing this, she didn't know why he had arranged everything, but when he said it, she felt much relieved.

"I know that because of the rumors in the palace, you are not allowed to leave the palace at will. I have come out with you. Why do you ask these questions?"

She didn't want him to know that if she was involved with Xia Qianyi in this life, wouldn't it be harmful to him?

Seeing that she didn't want to tell him, he didn't force himself to be with her.

There was a hint of snickering in his eyes, and he directly hugged Ye Yilan's body in his arms. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's late at night, it's time to go back to the house and rest."

Seeing the smile on his lips made her feel extremely uneasy.

Murong Haochen looked at her subconsciously and saw that she kept staring at him. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "Why are you looking at me all the time?"

"You are different from usual." From his eyes, I saw a person with an open heart. His truth made me somewhat doubtful.

That kind of doubt was just an illusion of my own uneasy heart. It seemed that the two of them could talk quietly, and it seemed very rare. Everything that happened today was probably the most pleasant time to be with him.

"The person I am in front of you at this moment is the real me." He wanted to open his heart to be with her, and today he did it, but there was a trace of concealment. However, today was his most comfortable and unforgettable moment. He has always

He had grasped her erratic heart. Now that he had grasped it, he had to find ways to hold it firmly in his hands and protect her with the utmost care.

The real you? Such a real and puzzling you is the real you.

After returning to the palace, will you become the emperor who controls everyone's destiny? In fact, everything today has always been the life she wanted. But she has always cared about her only identity.

A wisp of breeze rippled the gauze curtain slightly and spread on the bed curtain.

"But you're scared again?" When she was about to untie her clothes, she stopped her hands with a look of fear. She couldn't help laughing at herself. "Am I that scary?"

After hearing this, he said without hesitation: "No."

Biting her lip, she didn't know what to say so that he wouldn't notice her fear, but when she got nervous...

"Then don't think about it." He gently put her down, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Lan'er, I want you."

The passionate look in his eyes made her know that she could no longer escape at this moment.

Gradually, her clothes had already fallen off.

This time, she seemed to be completely controlled by him, unable to escape from the love network he had set.

Beautiful spring scenery, dark candle shadows.

The scattered clothes were extremely messy on the ground. The person on the bed had already stopped all movements.

The two of them were on the bed curtain, she was nestled in his chest, and he didn't ask for her again tonight, so he still gave up.
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