After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Wen Hemian was not mentally prepared at all to meet Xie Lang.

Especially in public.

The terrifying feeling of being caught made a chill run up from the soles of his feet. Wen Hemian almost lost his composure. When he wanted to speak, he realized that he was on the street and there were people coming and going around.

Xie Lang shouted out the name so blatantly, isn't he afraid of scaring others?

But soon Wen Hemian discovered that the people coming and going were still walking past them busily, but no one looked at them at all, as if it was a preferential treatment given by the system, including Xie Lang.

"Why don't you speak?"

With his other hand, he stroked her veil and stared into those gentle, clear, familiar eyes. His overwhelming emotions almost couldn't be controlled and his voice was trembling. "Did you not expect to see me here? Or have you not figured out what to say to me?"

Wen Hemian hadn't thought about it yet and hadn't figured it out.

After they parted at the city gate that year, she had already prepared herself to never meet Xie Lang again. Perhaps after many years, she would be content to just see him from afar again.

She didn't expect the mission to go wrong.

She also didn't expect to meet him in this way.

The young man, who used to be a little thin, is now taller and more slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Even in simple clothes, he is dazzling in the crowd. He is a descendant of a noble family and has the majesty of an emperor, but now he is as cold as frost, with the corners of his lips pursed straight.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a young man. The immaturity of his youth has faded away, and just standing in front of him makes people sense a sense of majesty that is difficult to deal with.

The feeling Wen Hemian got was really different from before.

She suppressed her panic and said, "I..."

However, just as it started, I felt a pain in the back of my neck, and then my vision went dark, and I fainted uncontrollably.

……

Once you become suspicious about some things, you can no longer control yourself from thinking about them.

Xie Lang certainly didn't want to doubt it, but Wen Hemian acted too frankly in front of him. When he wanted to recall, he found that the flaws were so clear.

He could sense that when Wen Hemian first took over the government affairs, he was not so familiar and calm, but now he can often anticipate the opponent's moves and catch his opponent off guard.

It would be fine if it happened once, but it happens again and again. It's so predictable and frightening.

Xie Lang didn't take these things to heart because he believed that these external factors would not affect them.

But what if this becomes Wen Hemian's way to escape?

Xie Lang thought of the cat with the strange name, and of the wild cats that had been intentionally or unintentionally getting close to Wen Hemian over the years, and pondered what the connection was.

He turned around, picked up the stupid cat lying on the ground, looked at the cat calmly for a few breaths, then frowned, feeling that the cat was a little different from what it was when he first saw it.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that when I first met this cat, it looked much smarter.

It doesn't look like a cat anymore, but more like... a human.

After making this guess, Xie Lang felt a gloomy feeling in his heart, and thought in a daze - how many things is Wen Hemian hiding from him?

Is this really something that ordinary people can access?

The lights flickered. Xie Lang put down the innocent cat and stood there watching it run away.

Ever since Wen Hemian left, he has been surrounded by a loneliness that would never go away. Sometimes, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he wanted to just let it go. But every time he recalled what she had said to him, he found it difficult to harden his heart.

In the long entanglement and distress, Xie Lang seemed to split himself into two halves, one half was immersed in endless pain and torture, falling into darkness, and the other half was still struggling to maintain a peaceful appearance, looking forward to the light that was almost impossible to appear.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

Especially after seeing the evidence that Wen Hemian was not dead yet.

He thought about it for a while and decided that he must go find Wen Hemian. The world is so big, and they will meet one day.

He had some funny delusions in his mind - if he really became a tyrant or a fool, would Wen Hemian come back to see him?

With this thought in mind, it was impossible for him to calm down. Not long after Xie Lang entered the palace, he left quickly, leaving all the familiar servants completely confused.

But Xie Lang did not return to the palace either.

Those old-fashioned men always loved to write long and boring memorials, which had already piled up very high on their desks. He found it boring and gave himself a headache just looking at them.

During the long night, there must always be something to entertain you.

He climbed up the Zhaixing Tower, which was built by the royal family and had a wide view. When he wanted to be alone without being disturbed, or when he wanted to drink, he would come here to see the people that Wen Hemian cared about and the country that he was thinking about.

But he didn't expect to see Wen Hemian this time.

The figure was quiet and beautiful, standing among the crowd, independent and detached, like an immortal, as if it would float away in the next moment.

When one is in unbearable pain, hallucinations are inevitable. It was difficult for Xie Lang to imagine what he felt at that moment. He fumbled for a long time before he took out the telescope he was wearing - it was a birthday gift that Wen Hemian had given him many years ago.

It was not until the person appeared clearly in front of him that he almost lost his composure and strode down the Star-Picking Tower to chase the figure that had only appeared distantly in his dreams.

Fortunately, Wen Hemian seemed to be looking at something as well. She stood there without moving and didn't even notice that he had been looking at her for a long time.

Xie Lang didn't know why she came back at this time.

Did you think he had let it go, that he...had forgotten her?

Thinking of the three years when he was abandoned, Xie Lang couldn't calm down for a long time. It was as if his heart was cut open and tightly grasped by an invisible hand. He felt suffocated and uncomfortable, with a buzzing in his ears. Those dark thoughts that had been suppressed for a long time crawled out, and he wanted to step forward and hold the person tightly in his arms.

And he did just that.

He didn't want to listen to Wen Hemian's explanation anymore, and he was even more eager to have this person stay by his side.

People who practice martial arts know best what people's weaknesses are, so when Wen Hemian closed his eyes, Xie Lang's outstretched hand was already ready to receive him.

Until you completely embrace that faint fragrance in your arms.

Xie Lang hugged the slender waist and felt the soft body in his arms, which he had longed for. However, they were on the street after all, so he had to suppress his thoughts temporarily, raised his hands, picked up the person and walked into the alley.

The pace was quite impatient.

He didn't know what method Wen Hemian used to prevent their actions from being noticed by passers-by, but it was exactly what he wanted, as he could take the person away openly.

The secret guards went to find a carriage in fear, their eyes kept glancing at His Majesty's arms, and they looked at each other, wondering why His Majesty knocked the girl unconscious and took her away in the street.

There were two sharp-eyed people who began to feel that the person in His Majesty's arms looked familiar. They were frightened but did not dare to say much.

At this moment, Xie Lang's mind and eyes were completely on the person in his arms. He had no time to care about what others were thinking. He held the person and got into the carriage safely.