Queen's Purpose

Chapter 621 Don't dare to think deeply, but can't help thinking again and again

Dragon Palace.

Candles are flickering, and sandalwood is curling up.

Quan Qingjiu sat on the dragon chair, propped his forehead with one hand, and closed his eyes, wondering if he was asleep or closed his eyes to rest his mind.The handsome face with sharp edges and corners is gloomy and heavy, not just the kind without a smile, there is a faint bruise under the eye sockets, and the fatigue is obvious.

He had a dream—or it wasn't a dream, but a subconscious figment, because he wasn't asleep at all.

In the past three years, he has not had a good night's sleep.

In the white mist, he seemed to see that figure running forward again and again, and as he ran, he began to bleed—bleeding all over his body.

Just like what he saw in the millennium ice room.

As soon as the scene changed, it did turn to the ice room. Every time he visited her, she always closed her eyes quietly.

But this time, for some reason, he suddenly opened his eyes, staring at him with scarlet eyes, "Quan Qingjiu, why don't you die...why don't you die! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go... ..."

Gritting his teeth with hatred, the words echoed in his ears like magic voices, twisting his internal organs mercilessly.

"Little Seven!"

Quan Qingjiu suddenly opened his eyes, the eye sockets were bloodshot red.

The blue veins on the back of his clenched hands were exposed, and the piercing pain in his chest surged up again intensively, causing his ugly face to become even paler.

Three years later, it still hurts.

He had thought more than once, if he hadn't done this before, if he hadn't given the last medicine, if he hadn't let go of her hand at the last moment, if...

Unfortunately, there are so many ifs.

Xiyan once said that he would regret it, but he firmly asserted that he would not.

But now...

Do you regret it?
Usually this question—or just something like it about her—made it hurt more to think about it.

I didn't dare to think deeply, but I couldn't help thinking again and again.

Masochistic general, but also like a sugar cane.

Absurd and contradictory human nature to the extreme.

"emperor."

At the door, an untimely voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the bone-engraved face that appeared in a trance in front of him.

A trace of displeasure flashed quickly in Quan Qingjiu's eyes, and it was fleeting. He raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly, "What's the matter?"

"It's so late, you haven't eaten yet?"

Xia Rusheng held the food plate, hesitated for a moment, and walked in slowly, "It's like this all day long, it seems that there are endless things to do, what should I do if I burn out my body? In the past, my father was not like..." Paused Dun, "Are you trying to paralyze yourself with busy government affairs?"

"You think too much."

Quan Qingjiu had no expression on his face, and he didn't think about using anything to paralyze himself, because there was nothing that could paralyze him.

Xia Rusheng pursed her lips, "Eat something."

She took out the soup that had been simmering all afternoon, put a bowl in front of him, and gently stirred the spoon in the bowl, clinking like it hit her heart.

Quan Qingjiu looked at the movements in her hands, and was a little absent-minded for a moment.

In the past, Xia Xiaoqi liked this very much. Before they broke up, she would often hit the bowl with chopsticks or spoons.

It's just that at first I felt noisy and stubborn, and later I felt longing and reluctant, and now...

It hurts to breathe when I think about it.

Quan Qing's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes, "Leave it alone, you can go out."

Xia Rusheng pursed her lips tightly, and glanced at him hesitantly.

(End of this chapter)