Her focused eyes made Ni Tapir feel uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand pressing against the wall to his neck and deliberately loosened his collar, which happened to make the gold buckle with dragon patterns shine golden light against the candlelight. Jian Yao's His eyes were narrowed, and the footsteps outside were in his ears. He heard someone calling "King", was it Feng Xie? He shook his head and was about to say something, but unexpectedly Jian Yao rushed towards him. Her slender fingertips touched the tapir's cheek, which was as cold as ice. Then, the tapir heard two hisses, Jian Yao's clothes on the front were torn apart, and she fell into her arms. And he didn't know when he had hugged her tightly. Tapir couldn't understand anything for a while, and his mind went blank. Then he saw Feng Xie. In the dimness, his eyes were bottomless blue, and he frowned. Between his furrowed brows, the tapir also saw the familiar madness of King Qin after the massacre that night.

In the dark night, Feng Xie suddenly heard the sound of a rotating shaft plucking strings. He reached out and touched the edge of the bed. It was cold and had lost its heat. So he stood up and listened carefully. There were faint sounds of piano wafting from the shore of the lake outside the palace. Although it is not very loud, it can be heard clearly in the quiet night, echoing the waves of the lake, and the sound reaches the ears.

Jian Yao was sitting by the lake. She finished the song and sang three notes. However, the pain in her heart did not dissipate as the music ended. She put her hands on the edge of the piano and slowly played with each string, as if she was playing slowly. She slowly sorted out her emotions. After the ice prison, she fainted. It was her own consciousness. At that moment, she couldn't think of a better way to face Feng Xie. What should she say? How should she look at him? These are all She had to learn again, because after experiencing the ice prison, she realized the destructiveness of this love on a deeper level. And what did she gain from this painful love? In this sleepless night, Jian Yao couldn't stop asking herself. She once wanted to hug him with her soul, and thought she had his heart. But if that was the case, why was her heart so ruined? In this chess game of love, in fact, The loser has always been himself, from soul to body. He had already predicted this outcome when he was still standing between clear reason and desire to guide the country.

"Why don't you sleep? Are you so... not cold?"

Feng Xie took off his coat and put it on Jian Yao's thin shoulders, but saw that she was looking straight at the water. Feng Xie already had a bad feeling in his heart. There were many things he didn't have time to ask her about the ice prison. , regarding the tapir, and even about Ye Jiang, Feng Xie deeply felt the feeling of being "suffering" at this moment. He squatted down and held Jian Yao's face with both hands, so cautiously, as if he was afraid of breaking it.

"Have you...have you ever..."

He didn't know how to speak. Seeing the drunken Tapir hugging the half-naked Jian Yao, Feng Xie felt that all the blood in his body was flowing back. But he believed in the Tapir. At least his innocent and confused expression could prove something, but He had to believe Jian Yao. What did she want? What to do? Why was it so complicated? He thought that in a complete love, every man and woman would only have soul and flesh and blood intertwined between them. As for the rest, Yeah, he never thought about it.

"Look at me! Look at me!"
Chapter completed!