In the quiet room, looking at the flickering wick of the candle, no one opened the closed door.

She was holding on to the quilt tightly, looking at the door with uneasy eyes.

The injury on the leg did not damage the bones at all, it was just painful the moment it landed.

With a limp step, he walked forward slowly, randomly picked up some clothes and put them on.

The moment he opened the door, the figure of the person he was looking forward to stood in front of him.

His indifferent eyes kept looking at her. At that moment, his heart was throbbing and he stepped forward to hug him.

Seeing the situation, his indifferent expression gradually turned into extremely affectionate eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth outlined a doting smile.

Seeing that he remained silent, she immediately stood up from his arms and whispered to admit her mistake: "Don't be angry, I just want to come down and take a walk."

Before he opened his mouth, he saw that she looked like she was admitting her mistake, and the smile that was raised at the corner of her mouth was actually smacking secretly.

Holding the skirt tightly with one hand, he never spoke, but her heart was always worried.

"I'll go back now."

The staggering body slowly retreated. When Murong Haochen saw the situation, he secretly smiled helplessly: Are you so afraid of me?

Holding her body in his arms, Ye Yilan raised her eyes and saw the corners of his mouth opening slightly.

Why did her heart move closer to him involuntarily when she saw that smile?

"Want to go there?"

After hearing this, Ye Yilan looked at everything in the courtyard, but she was at a loss when he asked the question just now.

Before she could speak, Murong Haochen made a decision for her. He walked slowly to the pavilion, put her body on the stone bench and sat down. He was afraid that she would catch a cold in this outfit, so he put his body on it.

He took off his clothes and put them on her body.

"If you feel unwell, just tell me."

Ye Yilan had not seen him for a day, and she always felt that he was different today, but she couldn't explain this feeling.

His care and consideration are deeper than before. He seems to be as calm as before.

She stretched out her hand to touch his cheek, and there was no hint of happiness on the corners of her lips as she smiled slightly.

He grabbed her hand with his backhand, hugged her body from behind, pressed close to her cheek affectionately, looked at her lovingly with his light eyes, and whispered in her ear softly like gurgling water.

: "Don't think too much, I'm not angry."

Holding her face sideways, his lips kissed her face affectionately in her hair.

Murong Haochen saw that she still had a calm smile on her lips, looked at the magnolia tree in the courtyard, turned his eyes, and smiled meaningfully: "The magnolia tree at home is in bloom, haven't you fully appreciated it yet?"

"

As soon as he finished speaking, he left in a hurry. She wanted to grab his body, but she couldn't.

Seeing him picking up the white magnolias on the ground, his heart-warming smile slowly bloomed: "Listening to the rain while standing by the window makes me sad, but the flute playing diagonally does not relieve my worries. I picked up a few flowers at random, and the fragrance has lingered in my boudoir ever since."

He squatted down and handed her the magnolia in his hand.

Slowly reaching out a hand to take it, the fragrance of white magnolia flowers penetrated the person's spleen and lingered on the tip of the nose for a long time, never dissipating.

Seeing the slightly raised corners of her mouth, she sighed sadly, "If you still don't smile, I won't be able to think of a way to make you happy."

happy?

It turns out that everything he did today was just for his own happiness.

He muttered in annoyance, lowered his eyes and said, "It's because of your delay in coming. I feel a little disappointed."

"It turns out that the fault is mine." If it hadn't been for the delay in matters at court, he wouldn't have come so late. But he was always thinking about her, but he still put her down and dealt with them one by one. On the contrary, she was unhappy.

. Holding the injured hand, he asked, "Then, how does Lan'er want to punish me?"

"How dare I."

No matter how joking he said this, she really dared to punish him.

After hearing this, he put down her hand and looked at her carefully with a trace of concern in his eyes.

Lan'er, are you still in the status of Gaidi?

Ye Yilan saw his cold back facing her, but she didn't say anything wrong to make him unhappy.

She reached out and wanted to touch his sleeve, but the distance between them was so far apart that she couldn't touch him at all.

Murong Haochen raised his head and gazed at the moonlight tonight. The stars seemed to be dazzling, but they were just the light that set off the moonlight.

The self-deprecating expression on his lips was so indifferent.

She walked slowly behind him and put the clothes on him again, but she felt extremely guilty in her heart: "Don't you even think about yourself? Stop talking, I deserve this."

She felt guilty only because of him, but what he did made her feel ashamed.

She doesn't want to be a burden to him in life, she doesn't want to...

Murong Haochen squinted at the dress he was wearing, took it off, turned around and put it on her body, his indifferent eyes showed a soft light of love: "You want me not to love you, you can just say so.

."

All he did was because of love.

But this love is a bit burdensome for Ye Yilan. She really can't give him love.

Murong Haochen touched her cheek, with such affection he only wanted to give it to her, not to other women. This was his promise to her, and it only belonged to the two of them.

He hugged her thin body and sat down, lovingly nestling her head on his chest, clasping his fingers tightly with hers in one hand, pressing his lips close to her ear, and said affectionately: "Why, you

Don't accept my love. I've said it before, there's no need to feel guilty. I really don't know, what are you worrying about?"

concern?

She did have concerns, but she couldn't talk about it. Every time she asked herself whether she loved Rong Haochen, she had never faced his love squarely. But gradually, she became more and more resistant and afraid of his love.

I'm afraid that one day, this love will fade away.

The fear in my heart gradually calmed down a little, and I lowered my eyes and said, "I never let go. I won't let it go in the future. I'm sorry."

Seeing the situation, he avoided looking at her with thoughtful eyes, a slightly raised corner of his mouth outlined a meaningful smile, and hugged her body tighter. He turned to her face and looked at her affectionately: "You

, but you are afraid of me and don’t dare to look at me. Am I that fierce?"

The affectionately soft light under the moonlight looks particularly transparent, like a dream from another world.

Afraid?

She was indeed afraid of his angry appearance and fear of his alienation.

But all of these are not as good as the worries in her heart.

She smiled slightly, raised her worried eyes slightly and looked at him: "I'm just afraid that you will be angry and alienate me."

"Don't worry, as long as I'm angry, you can calm me down. But I also need your love."

Seeing how timid she looked, he actually liked holding her in his hands and caring for her like this. Protecting everything she had in him. There was nothing he wanted to give that he couldn't achieve.

Why did that word "love" remain in her heart forever?

Murong Haochen's eyes were downcast, looking at her with a trace of confusion. He pinched her chin, slowly approached her lips, and kissed her lips softly.

"By the way, did you take medicine today?"

Ye Yilan's heart subconsciously frowned at this sudden question, and she hesitated: "I'm afraid of pain, so..."

After hearing this, he stood up with her in his arms and stared at the woman in his arms. There was no smile at the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "It seems that you are being presumptuous when I am not here."

Ye Yilan pursed her lips and saw that he looked worried, but when he became serious, he became so cold.

I felt a little bit scared when I saw him putting me on the bed and then going to get the medicine.

He untied the gauze on his legs one by one, and couldn't bear to look away.

After Murong Haochen saw the situation, he sneered helplessly and slowly sprinkled the powder into the wound. He saw her frowning and stared at her with a serious face, and said casually: "I'll bear the pain."

With."

"With you here, maybe the pain won't hurt anymore."

Hearing this, Murong Haochen raised his eyes and saw that she was in such pain, and his heart was shocked and painful. The bandaging movements in his hands became a little faster, he put the medicine bottle into his belt, and hugged her body tightly in distress.

In his arms, he kissed her lips directly, letting her immerse herself in his love and forget about the pain in her legs.

Seeing such a sudden kiss, his frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed. His kisses were always gentle, but today they were affectionate and made him anxious.

After a long time, he let her go. He didn't know that today's kiss seemed to last longer than the previous kisses.

He held his fists and coughed lightly, pretending to be calm and said: "Is it better now? If you feel uncomfortable there, just let me know."

She buried her body deeply in his arms, with a shy look on her face, and she wanted to hide herself.

Seeing this, Murong Haochen couldn't help but smile slightly at the corner of his mouth, leaned down and kissed her hot lips on the top of her head.

"Can I go back to the palace tomorrow?" I looked up and saw that he looked calm but didn't say a word, and continued. "I'm just lame when I walk, nothing serious at all."

After hearing this, he said calmly: "If it were you in the past, you wouldn't want to return to the palace."
To be continued...