Only a few months have passed, and he has forgotten her strength and treated her like a weak little girl again?

Really, it’s okay for one or two people to think that way.

Everyone agreed.

She was messy and helpless.

The road down the mountain was not too long. Wanwan abandoned the sedan chair and rode a black divine horse. Yingyue naturally stepped forward to hold the reins, steer the horse, control the speed, and try not to make her feel bumpy.

As we walked, we saw the men and horses brought by the prince from a distance. The palace lanterns illuminated the road, making the night look like day and the stars dimmed.

Bei Che stood there with his hands behind his back.

His long eyebrows, deep eyes, and broad forehead were so noble that he seemed as if he should not appear in this world.

When he finally saw Xiang Wanwan, he still had that gentle and gentle smile on his face, and his soft eyes instantly enveloped her and never moved away for a moment.

Xiang Wanwan's heart unexpectedly skipped a beat.

She has never been able to resist Bei Che.

After eight months of separation, nothing remains the same.

Whoever is tempted first will suffer disaster.

Xiang Wanwan had already accepted his fate.

However, this is also prohibited.

There was also no excessive excitement on her face. She sat steadily on the horse, her bloodless lips pursed into a straight line, neither sad nor happy.

The eyes of the two people were entangled wantonly in mid-air, asking each other for information, but it was as if they had hit a transparent light curtain, unable to express it to the other party.

They are still too unfamiliar.

There was never any time for each other to get to know each other well.

Misunderstandings, twists and turns, and love are entangled between them.

The two people who are obviously the closest to each other in the world are still separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. If you want to get closer, you won't be finished without going through nine or eighty-one difficulties and testing your loyalty.

Walking to a nearby place, Wan Wan turned over and dismounted.

Ruowu and Yingyue are close by.

She made a gesture to signal everyone to wait where they were, and with only two subordinates who could not be persuaded, she walked towards Bei Che step by step.

The faint fragrance of jasmine floated in the evening breeze. Bei Che took a deep breath and smelled the familiar smell.

He saw her walking beside him like flowing clouds and flowing water, and they stood still half a carriage apart.

He didn't bow down gracefully like others, didn't have too much etiquette, and felt flattered.

He couldn't even see clearly whether his shadow existed in her cold, dark eyes.

For the first time in eight months, she stood within arm's reach, her expression so clear and indifferent that she couldn't feel even a trace of strange emotion.

She nodded lightly, "His Royal Highness, be well."

Six simple words, nothing more.

"I'm here to pick you up." He forgot to use a noble title and naturally represented each other as you and me, while trying to close the distance between the two of them quietly.

He looked at her, her long eyebrows were raised, her eyes were long and narrow, her nose was like a gallbladder, and there was only a small mouth, which was almost transparent and without any color.

Her rosy complexion made her look healthy.

The tossing of more than two hundred days did not seem to make her any more haggard, and Bei Che's heart felt empty.

accurate.
Chapter completed!