Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1402 Endless Pain

I pushed him, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that, what the hell?"

He looked at me in shock, unable to believe it was true, as if he had lost his soul, and completely forgot to react.

"Ting Lu, don't worry, the matter has not yet been decided." I thought he was worried about Zhang Ying's matter and it became like this.

Ting Lu took a sharp breath, closed her eyes forcefully, suddenly lowered her head and rubbed her face with her hands, then covered her face and stopped talking, as if she didn't dare to face the facts.

I have known him for so long, and I have never seen him with a headache like this. I touched him uncomfortably, "Ting Lu, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine..." Ting Lu clenched her fists against her forehead, but turned her head to the other side, not wanting me to see his face.I patted his shoulder and felt his shoulder shaking slightly, as if his emotions had been greatly fluctuated.

I hugged him distressedly, "Ting Lu, don't do this, the matter hasn't been settled yet, if Dad insists on not accepting this job, can the emperor still force him?"

Ting Lu lowered her head, trying her best to control her emotions.I didn't expect Ting Lu's reaction to be so strong. After all, it's a deep bond of flesh and blood. I also feel sour after being infected by him.

"How about I ask the emperor to send someone else to go, maybe the emperor will listen to me."

Ting Lu pulled my hand to hold it, and pressed it against his eyes. Seeing him suffering so much, I gently patted his back, accompanied him quietly, and said nothing more.After a while, Ting Lu's mood gradually stabilized, she took a few deep breaths, and slowly straightened up.

I withdrew my hand and felt my fingers were cool. When I looked down, there was a little dampness on them. My heart ached. Could it be that Ting Lu cried...

Ting Lu slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look out the window. On the way to Zhang's Mansion, he was just thinking about things in silence, rarely speaking.And I kept looking at him with a faint pain in my heart.I couldn't help leaning over to stick to him, "Ting Lu."

He turned around, stretched out his arms to put me in his arms, kissed my forehead, and then stuck to me.

What's wrong with Ting Lu?Feeling like I had something heavy on my mind, I raised my head, stretched out my hand to caress his face, and found that there was an expression of pain that could not be concealed between his brows. "Ting Lu, don't be like this. It's not about life and death. It makes me so sad to see it."

(End of this chapter)