Sad song

The door was knocked lightly, and then it was slowly pushed open with a soft creak.

The person sitting by the window looked back sideways, his eyes were clean and clear, and there was no surprise in his heart.

"You came."

Yuan Chun's tone was calm and clear.

Chu Qiao nodded slightly, her face was calm and introverted, without distinguishing between happiness and anger.She didn't speak, but just lifted up her clothes and sat down opposite her, with her hands folded flat on the table.

"You're always like this." Yuan Chun frowned, stroking the porcelain cup with a slightly irritated finger, "No matter when you are so calm."

"You still hate me," Chu Qiao suddenly raised her eyes, staring at her fixedly, "Is that right?"

"right,"

Not to be outdone, she looked back, and in those brown eyes that were thick with honey and extremely soft, it was as if layers of restraints had been peeled off, revealing obscurity, gloom, and filth to the naked eye. hatred.

Chu Qiao laughed, and she continued to ask, "Is it also you who poisoned me?"

"Yes," Yuan Chun nodded unabashedly, "I think you already know."

Already know, how sad.

The trust between them seems to be so weak forever.

She doesn't believe her, and she doesn't believe her.

The curvature of the corners of Chu Qiao's lips did not change, she just raised her hand to cover her sore eyes, and hid the moisture overflowing from her eye sockets in her hot palm.

She seemed to be thinking about something, and after a long while, she stated in a slow tone, "I used to think that I was dreaming that night...cough cough..." She coughed, and a spot of scarlet stained her pale lips uncontrollably, "But there is something I wanted to say to you that morning, but unfortunately I didn't dare at that time."

"What?" Yuan Chun was suddenly so sad that he couldn't breathe.

"I like you," said the cold and resolute woman with gentle brows and eyes, but inexplicably haunted by a layer of inescapable loneliness, "or in your words, I like you."

She approached slowly, her breathing was audible.

"But you are like this, do you want to kill me?"

Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly and thoroughly.It's just that the corners of the lips are tinged with a bit of glaring and coquettish red, but the eyes are peaceful and sad, as dead as a lake in winter.

With a crisp sound, the blue-patterned teacup fell to pieces on the ground, and the hot tea splashed little by little, wetting the crimson skirt.

"Stop talking," Yuan Chun's voice was flustered, and her eyes lost focus, "Don't you understand, I've been lying to you from the beginning to the end!"

"I know," Chu Qiao's voice was still so calm, "I knew a long time ago that you were using me."

"You deserve it for meddling in your own business," she clenched her fists, and shouted almost out of composure, "You deserve it, Chu Qiao!"

"You deserve to believe me, and you deserve to bring me by your side. Yes, that's right, I'm going to put you to death. Everything I have is just pretending to lie to you!"

Yuan Chun smiled hysterically, gorgeous and insolent, but like a rhododendron in full bloom, dripping red, but the edges of the petals have long since shriveled up.

"All," Chu Qiao came over and squeezed her wrist tightly, "What about love?"

"Don't touch me," she threw off her restraints, but there was a faint sense of collapse in her eyes, "Of course it's fake. How about it, Chu Qiao, did you realize how I felt at that time?"

"You want me to die?"

Chu Qiao's dark eyes lost the last gleam of light, and she exhausted her last strength to ask word by word.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Yuan Chun asked sarcastically, "However, it seems that your life is not as good as death. I think Yan Xun will be sad to death if he finds out. It's just that I'm tired of playing now, and I don't bother to go there again. Hate you, so you are useless to me now. As I said before, we owe nothing to each other at this point."

"It's good that we don't owe each other," Chu Qiao swayed, barely supporting the table so as not to fall, "That's as you wish."

With black eyes and cold body, she moved forward with difficulty step by step, staggering.When she crossed the threshold, she turned her head slightly, but in the end she just held her breath wordlessly and closed the door gently.

She is like this, calm and sensitive, forbearing and tenacious, indifferent but kind, always able to survive in desperate situations, as if nothing can hurt her.

Yuan Chun has always understood.

Even though she could hear the panting suppressed in her throat outside the door and the intermittent choked sobs.

But she knew that she would not be bound by this, so that was enough.

I used to hate you like this, but now I hope you like this, Chu Qiao.

I, the big summer princess who has nothing, is not worthy of being your favorite person.

This dirty skin and full of calculations can no longer afford all the love in this world.

I can only hate you.

So you hate me too.

It's a clean break, and we will never see each other again.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and you will be able to go far away.

Tears dripped down, slid over the corners of his lips, and moistened the bright smile.

"I never thought... In the end, it's still the same."

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"Two news, one good and one bad, which one do you want to hear first?"

Ji Lingyue stopped the hand that was plucking the strings, and said softly.

Nalan Hongye, who was reclining on the couch, raised her eyes when she heard the sound, and her warm eyes smiled lightly, "Didn't you tell me to rest?"

The woman who was Su Ruoqinglian glanced at her, her tone was calm and calm, "The good news is that she agreed, and the news of sending to Yanbei has been released."

"What about the bad news?"

"The position of Patriarch of the Ji family has been passed on to Xuanwen."

The eldest princess sat up abruptly, and looked at her in surprise, "Why?"

"He's grown up, it's supposed to be his thing."

Ji Lingyue was calm and composed, as if the position of the Patriarch was ordinary and dispensable.

After only a while, Nalan Hongye laughed, "So this time, you can stay with me in the palace?"

"Well," Ji Lingyue nodded, "Your body needs careful maintenance."

"That's not bad news." She stretched out her hand to hold her white fingers, and warm body temperature wrapped them tightly. "I trust you the most. So it's better this way."

Knowing that she had no other intentions, but that heart was jumping for joy uncontrollably.

The extremely shallow eyes are stained with affection, looking forward to lingering is a moment of youth.

The fairy in the painting is like the moon in the water, and the moon in the water is like a flower in the mirror.

Beautiful and fleeting.

That person was so restrained again.

Nalan Hongye almost came back to her senses in a daze, a little lamenting the beauty of her best friend.

I didn't promise anyone to Xuan Mo at the beginning, maybe I thought he was not good enough for her.

"I've known you for many years," she teased herself, "but I can't help but be surprised by your beauty. It can be seen, food, sex, too."

Ji Lingyue's long eyelashes drooped obediently, and she replied calmly, "It's just thanks to the appearance of my parents."

"With your temper," the eldest princess sighed softly, "you can't take a joke."

"red leaves,"

She suddenly called her.

"how?"

Looking over, the eyes are clean and clear, and still have the purity that was not contaminated by conspiracy.

"To me, you will always be Nalan Hongye."

"I know."

The eldest princess, who was so powerful and infamous, looked up and smiled softly, elegant and dignified.

That was the look that Ji Lingyue had liked for decades.

It's a pity that even if the country is overwhelmed by the city, ten years of companionship, in the end, it can't compare to the love at first sight, the shocking photo.

But that's enough.

She never expected, nor will she be disappointed.