Eternal Love

  Chapter One Hundred and Four (2)

  At this time, Yinyin seemed to have lost her language. She couldn't believe that Ling Menghan's state of mind was unparalleled by her. Why could she do it? Why is the person Ling Menghan loves Zhao Ziheng? Yinyin cannot deny that she cares about this fact, because she also found another fact from Ling Menghan's words, that is, Zhao Ziheng has someone she loves, but who would that person be? At that time, she didn't know anything, so there was only one possibility, and that was Lin Wei, who had passed away.

After that, Yinyin didn’t know how she returned to her residence, as if she had lost the body of her soul. She could no longer think about whether her actions caused Ling Menghan’s doubts. She only knew that her heart was so painful that she could not breathe, and she was about to come The first suspicion arose.

Yinyin, who was in her room, began to meditate alone, thinking about the feelings Zhao Ziheng gave her, and the words and reactions Zhao Ziheng had said in Weicheng, plus the words of Ling Menghan now, Yinyin began to be confused about what is true; Yin has been thinking more than once, why does her heart always hurt so much every time there is something about Zhao Ziheng, what kind of past does she have without her memory? If you don’t lose your memory, will none of this happen? Doesn't my heart hurt so much?

Since losing her memory, Yinyin has recovered some of the memory fragments of the past, but these memory fragments seem to be insignificant. Even so, she cannot find the precious memory; Yinyin began to be scared and resembled It was fear. From that deep memory, I was vaguely aware of Zhao Ziheng's avoidance of her. I don't know the reason. Yinyin even wondered whether Zhao Ziheng was just a phantom when he was in Weicheng. What she said was just rhetoric.

By the window, Yinyin looked up at the bright moon in the night sky. It was so bright, but it seemed a little fuzzy in Yinyin's eyes. Yinyin didn't seem to notice. There was a crystal liquid in her eyes, and her mouth Still mumbled: "Which one is the real you?"

  In the same sky

  The same piece of land

the same place

  【Royal Palace】【Royal Dragon Hall】

  Zhao Ziheng, lying on the big dragon bed, suddenly opened his eyes...

"you're awake?"

  Wang Ye, who was sitting on the stool next to the dragon bed and reading, immediately reacted after Zhao Ziheng opened his eyes; Zhao Ziheng did not answer Wang Ye, but sat up by himself, looking a little strenuous...

"what's happenin?"

Wang Ye found that Zhao Ziheng's expression was a little strange, so he put down the book in his hand and focused on Zhao Ziheng; since Zhao Ziheng returned, Wang Ye has stayed in his bedroom every night, one for protection, and the other for taking care of Zhao Ziheng's body. Traveling a long distance and experiencing it again without healing from the injury, no matter how strong the person is, it will be overwhelmed. What's more, Zhao Ziheng's injury has not improved substantially, so Wang Ye will accompany him personally.

Zhao Ziheng looked at Wang Ye with a pale face and blurred eyes. When he first got up, he was a little strenuous, so he was a little panting. The first time he saw Zhao Ziheng so weak, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. After a few times of opening and closing, Zhao Ziheng Finally spit out a few words weakly: "Now... what time is it?"

   "The hour has just passed."

   "Is it ugly?"

  Zhao Ziheng seemed a little powerless and lacking energy.

   "It's still early, so rest."

Wang Ye reassures him, but Zhao Ziheng raises his hand to show his refusal, and then falls into deep thought. Looking at Zhao Ziheng's situation, it is the first time in these few days. Wang Ye can't feel the margin, but he knows that Zhao Ziheng must have something on his mind. What Zhao Ziheng is worried about is naturally no one chooses except Yinyin.

  After half an hour

   "How is King Zhou's side?"

   When Zhao Ziheng spoke again, he was directly involved in political affairs. Wang Ye seemed a little surprised, but he immediately understood that Zhao Ziheng's intention was to deliberately shift his thinking in order to forget what was on his mind.

  "You need to rest more now, political affairs should be discussed tomorrow."

Since Wang Ye can see through what Zhao Ziheng thinks, it does not mean that he will agree. At least he thinks that what Zhao Ziheng needs is rest instead of blindly paralyzing himself; Wang Ye has long known that everything Zhao Ziheng has always done is for Yinyin, so He hopes that Zhao Ziheng can think for himself at least when he is injured. People will always be tired. No matter how savvy and capable people are physically burdened, they are always limited. He may not object that what Zhao Ziheng does is for Yinyin, but he cannot. Regardless of Zhao Ziheng's sacrifice for this; Wang Ye also knows that Zhao Ziheng has always thought that he was ashamed of Yinyin and that he would never be able to make up for it, but he did not know whether everything he did was really meaningful.

   "I don't want to rest now, but I woke up anyway, let's talk, don't need to worry about it."

  Zhao Ziheng’s reaction was within Wang Ye’s expectations. How could Zhao Ziheng be so anxious that Wang Ye would not know it? Now that Yinyin has come to him, if Zhao Ziheng were in the past, he would be very happy and would go to see her as soon as possible; and now, Wang Ye is also very clear about Zhao Ziheng's reasons for avoiding Yinyin, because the timing is wrong, indeed, Wang Ye agrees with Zhao Ziheng's approach. Although pain is inevitable, it is the wisest choice. In this regard, he cannot help Zhao Ziheng, but at least he does not want Zhao Ziheng to have something. All he can do now is to make Zhao Ziheng get well soon. That's it.