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Cheng Liu felt slightly relieved in the centrifuge.

The mother was picked up by Qin Zichen, so she must be placed in a proper place by the officials, at least her life is not in any danger.

"Don't worry, the people I sent will stay at the hospital. As soon as Young Master Qin wakes up and tells us where Auntie is staying, we will pick her up right away!"

"Thank you, Alan!"

"How can I thank you? Why don't you accompany me for a walk outside?" Chu Yilun took her hand involuntarily after finishing dinner, and walked towards the garden of the castle.

The night is as quiet as water.

The deep night sky is full of beautiful stars, some of which are bright or crystal clear, and under the starry sky are countless flying fireflies, shining brightly, reflecting the stars in the sky.

The two walked side by side on the path in the garden, and the chirping of insects far and near made everything extraordinarily quiet.

The roses blooming along the path seem to be covered with a thin layer of dark veil by the moonlight, and the petals are rich in color, making them more mysterious and enchanting.

Chu Yilun held her hand.

Suddenly, Cheng Liuli mistakenly thought that he was still walking in the back garden of Qiangwei Manor.

She is still the little princess who is protected in the ivory tower, and the handsome boy who walks beside her is her sweetheart all the time, and also the prince that all the girls in the world secretly wish for.

It is the hero who rides a white horse, holds a sword, cuts through thorns and thorns, crosses the endless sea of ​​​​fire, rushes into the tower castle, drives away the devil and rescues the imprisoned princess.

But why?

The fire dragon demon is dead, but the princess will be so sad?

Heart-piercing pain, as if the heart had been forcefully gouged out, leaving only a bloody hole, through which the wind kept pouring in and out. ． ． ． ． ．

The pain is hollow and vague, and every breath is endless torture. ． ． ． ． ．

Chu Yilun turned his head sideways, looking at the quietly mourning girl beside him.

Her mourning was so obvious, as if her whole body was shrouded in endless darkness, and her face was hidden in the shadows, as if she had lost all blood, but that kind of paleness made her face have a frightening and frail beauty.

Chu Yilun's hand held hers even tighter.

The slender fingers, under the faint starlight, the knuckles are faintly white, like jade carvings, so bright that there is light flowing——

That night, the two had nothing to say.

She was in a trance until Chu Yilun sent her to the bedroom, said goodbye and left.

A servant wearing a court servant's skirt came in and waited for her to take a bath and change clothes.

She was like a toy puppet, being fiddled with by the servants until she lay on the bed and turned off all the lights.

In the quiet night, her tear glands, which she had been holding back all this time, finally seemed like a reservoir that had opened its gates, surging wantonly, rushing from the corners of her eyes to her hair, and soaking her ears along the entire velvet pillow. ． ． ． ． ．

At the end, she couldn't help sobbing, although her voice was extremely suppressed, but in this silent palace in the middle of the night, those unbearable sobs were scattered everywhere like dandelions scattered by the wind. ． ． ． ． ．

A pair of blue-colored eyes like Yunnan water, the pupils tightened involuntarily. ． ． ． ． ．

The white curtain moves lightly with the wind, and the unknown light fragrance comes from the wind, wisps of it, dense and dense, it seems to be a rose, and it seems not to be a rose. ． ． ． ． ．

Not long after, Cheng Liuli fell into a dazed sleep.

The door was pushed open quietly, and a tall and tall figure walked in.