No matter how gentle his voice was, it was so tender that it was heartbreaking that the person in the bed still had no movement at all.

"Oh--" He sighed in pain, frowned, and reached out to stroke her pale cheeks, as was three days ago, without any warmth. "Qing'er, you are as greedy as before, be obedient, get up quickly, I'm still waiting for you to help me..."

If he had a choice, even if he died, he would not want her to push the palace and replace him with blood.

Because he will die in the end.

He would never want to hurt her any more.

She is still young, so delicate and so full of vitality, how could he bear to hurt her a little?

The moment he heard her fall into the water, he didn't know what was wrong. He seemed to hear fate calling, summoning him to jump out of the pool and save her without hesitation.

He didn't expect that she would come to save him again.

When the blood in her body slowly flowed into her body along her palm, the lost memory gradually solidified again like broken porcelain pieces. The memory was opened in an instant. He finally knew why they had such a strong and inexplicable sense of familiarity when they met for only a few short times.

It turns out that she is not her.

She is her.

Qing'er.

She is finally back.

But when he recognized her, she fell for him.

In the past, he was reluctant to hurt even a strand of her hair, but now he hurts her so far.

After all, he was too incompetent.

In my previous life, I was unable to protect her.

In this life, he cannot protect her.

These two days are very short and long.

When he grew up, he seemed to have been waiting for a long life.

The hand that brushed her eyelashes trembled, and he withdrew his hand and murmured to himself.

"Qing'er, don't be afraid, I will wait for you to wake up here."

Next, there was a long silence, and the whole room was silent again until there was no rest.

In this way, he kept her for the whole day, but her body became colder and colder. He was afraid that her body would remain colder and colder so cold that there would be no temperature any more.

He didn't care about the difference between men and women, so he helped her up, carried her into his arms from behind, and pulled her through the thick brocade mattress cover to cover her tightly.

The warmth on his body was still warm with her passionate blood.

Unfortunately, this temperature can only last for a few days without treating the root cause.

At night, he was too tired and couldn't hold on, so he hugged her and fell asleep leaning on her.

Yu Luoying said that when she persisted until the last moment she fainted, she fell into an endless sleep.

Three days, between opening and closing your eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the arms of a man. The man was so thin that he had almost taken off his body. Under his heavy clothes, he could not separate his skeletons.

No need to see, she already knows who the man holding her is.

Although she and him grew up together and were close when they were young, they had never relied on him so intimately since they grew up, which made her feel very uncomfortable. She moved her body and wanted to push him away, but she was afraid that she would break his paper-like body as soon as she moved.

Fortunately, he could still hold her, which at least shows that he had temporarily saved his life from the gate of hell, but why, why did he hold himself tightly? This is not reasonable or incompatible with feelings.

Did he recognize himself?

No, no.

She is Luo Ying,

How could he recognize her?

But if he didn't recognize her, why did he save her and why did he hold her?

Close your eyes and take a deep breath. She called out twice: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness..."

He seemed to be sleeping a little deeper and had no movement.

She had to move her body lightly, increase the volume, and repeat: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, You... Let me go."

“Um…”

He finally reacted and murmured from his mouth, frowned as if he was reluctant to wake up, and murmured, "Qing'er, don't mess around, don't disturb my good dream."

Qing'er?

She actually called herself Qing'er.

Is he awake or in a dream?

She was shocked and motionless. After a brief silence, she stretched out her hand wrapped in gauze from the quilt, trying to spread his cross-legged hand on her belly.

As soon as his hand touched his warm fingertips, he opened his eyes dissatisfiedly. In an instant, he woke up. He called out happily behind her: "Qing'er, Qing'er, you have finally woken up."

"Your Highness, you have recognized the wrong person. I am not Qing'er, I am Luo Ying."

Before he was uncertain whether he was really awake, Luo Ying subconsciously chose to protect herself.

She pulled his hand away and turned to see that all the disguises completely collapsed at this moment.

His gray hair turned white so white that she couldn't find a single black hair. Even his slightly frown eyebrows were white. With his thin face, deep eye sockets, and faded lips, he grew older by dozens of years overnight.

How could it be?

Didn't she save him?

Why did he become so depressed?

She looked at him for a long time before she dared to push his chest, her voice like a chick falling into the snow, so weak that she shivered.

"Your Highness, are you okay?"

He suddenly grabbed her hand. She was so uncomfortable that she wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly and refused to let go. The warm and tired Liuli eyes were filled with smiles.

"Senior sister, you are still pretending. I think you are going to pretend until when?"

"What senior sister, who is your senior sister?"

After being exposed, Luo Ying felt like she was invisible.

"Oh--" He sighed leisurely, "I didn't expect that senior sister, you have learned to act now, but this acting skills..." He laughed jokingly, "It's really not very good."

"You're not acting very well."

Luo Ying reached out and pushed him with anger, then pulled away his hand vigorously.

"Qing'er, you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, then he thrust twice as if he couldn't breathe, and then fell down softly along the bed railing.

"Xingchen, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, don't scare me..."

The moment he fell, he was like a white butterfly with broken wings, scaring her with a dying look. She suddenly felt that she was the only one left in the world. She could no longer hide herself. She reached out and pushed him in fear, sobbing and calling his name.

"Xingchen, wake up, you're about to wake up. Sorry, I won't act in front of you again, never again..."

"...Puff, haha..." He couldn't help laughing, his body trembled slightly, opened his eyes to look at her, raised his eyebrows proudly and said, "Senior Sister, this is the acting skills, do you understand?"

"You, you actually lied to me."

Luo Ying pounded his chest in anger, then sat down in the bed, leaving him for a distance, and turned his face to face the bed, and stopped looking at him.

In fact, she didn't know how she would face him.

Because she had doubted him and Xiao Shi, she didn't know who else could believe in this world.

If she had to choose to believe someone, she thought she would still choose Song Xingchen.

But, even if she believed him, his royal brother and his mother were her enemies.

She and him are destined to have a different path, but they cannot return together.

"Cough cough..." He covered his chest and coughed twice, got up from the bed and sat down, bowed to her with a good temper and apologized, "Qing'er, my good senior sister, don't be angry anymore. It's my fault, it's all my fault."

"You shouldn't be joking about your life." Luo Ying finally couldn't bear it, so she turned her head, looked at his eyes calmly, and said solemnly, "No matter at any time, you should never be joking about your life."

After saying that, my nose felt sore and tears flowed out unconsciously.

His chest was suffocated and he looked at her blankly. Although she had completely turned into another person, Qing'er was still Qing'er. He liked Qing'er since he was a child and never changed one day.

After many midnight dreams, he was wearing red flowers and holding a big red silk rope in his hand. The end of the rope was holding the person he had been thinking about day and night.

He married her.

Under the merry moonlight, in the warm candlelight.

He held a joyful pole, and with an ecstatic heart, he slowly picked up the joypat that covered her face.

She looked at him and smiled.

That smile was enough to pour out his whole life.
To be continued...