Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Lin Ci'an's arm suddenly stiffened.

The warmth in his arms and the relief of regaining what he had lost were instantly shattered into ice chips by Chu Ziyu's light words.

"Zi Yu..."

He loosened his grip a little in panic, wanting to see the expression of the person in his arms. His voice was very dry, "I... I won't do it again... It was a mistake, I..."

Chu Ziyu didn't look at him, his gaze still fixed on his bloody fingertips, as if that was more interesting than Lin Ci'an's collapsed expression.

He gently broke free from Lin Ci'an's embrace, although his strength was not strong.

He staggered, as if exhausted. Lin Ci'an subconsciously reached out to help him, but Chu Ziyu raised his hand and gently pushed him away.

"His Majesty!"

Lin Ci'an's voice contained a barely perceptible hint of pleading.

Chu Ziyu finally looked up at him. The eyes that were once filled with dependence and ignorance now only contained bottomless fatigue and alienation, and even a hint of extremely faint, almost invisible mockery.

"The Regent has worked hard and made great contributions in suppressing the rebellion and saving the emperor. Thank you for your hard work."

His voice was steady without a trace of ripples, as if he was reading a document that had nothing to do with him.

"This is filthy, not the place for conversation."

"The Regent should first deal with the remnants of the rebellion."

Chu Ziyu tilted his head slightly, glanced at the empress dowager's body on the ground, and said softly with a meaningful tone.

"After all... there's always a price to pay for 'disobedient' things, right?"

After he finished speaking, he no longer looked at Lin Ci'an, nor at the empress dowager's body on the ground. He turned around and walked down the bell tower by himself.

(Big brother! The acting is explosive! This fragile yet strong little white flower image! This 'I'm wronged but I won't say it' atmosphere! Lin Ci'an's guilt is about to explode!)

(Shut up. If you keep arguing, I’ll have you act opposite Empress Dowager Liu next time.)

"His Majesty!"

Lin Ci'an rushed forward and stopped him again, his eyes filled with pain, regret, and a possessiveness that bordered on panic. "You're injured, and let me..."

"It's just a minor injury. Don't worry about it, Your Majesty."

Chu Ziyu interrupted him, his tone still calm, but like a soft knife cutting flesh, "Compared to those disobedient 'little things' in my body, what is this?"

Lin Ci'an's face turned pale in an instant, and all his words of defense and comfort were blocked in his throat, leaving only heavy and disordered breathing.

He felt as if his throat was being strangled by an invisible hand, and even his pupils were trembling slightly.

He suddenly took off his outer robe and wanted to put it on Chu Ziyu.

It seemed as if he wanted to use this method to bring him back under his wing, to cover up the scars and the harm he had caused.

Chu Ziyu seemed to be scalded and took a half step back, avoiding the robe that still carried Lin Ci'an's body temperature and scent.

Lin Ci'an's arms froze in mid-air, and his whole body seemed to be nailed to the spot.

"The Regent's clothes are too heavy. I...can't bear them."

6872: (KO! A decisive victory! Boss, should we press on and stun him? It would be more effective!)

(...Fainting was too deliberate. It would be best to stay like this, keeping him at arm's length, and make him feel anxious.)

Chu Ziyu stopped looking at him, walked around his stiff figure, held onto the cold wall, and walked down step by step.

Every step seemed to be stepping on Lin Ci'an's heart.

Lin Ci'an stood there, the cold wind blew up his thin shirt, but he didn't feel cold. He just felt that the hole in his heart was being blown by the draft, which made him feel empty and painful.

He seemed to have...really lost him.