Evil Prince's Love's No Limit

In the early morning, the chirping birds in the mountain forest all rang, winding around in the ears, making people's eyebrows light frown.

In a daze, Su Zijin turned around, then turned over the hand hit in the empty quilt, immediately let her wake up.

She opened her eyes and looked at the sky above the bed as empty as it was. There was no figure so heavy that she was frightened and frightened from the bottom of her heart, which made her tremble all over.

Yesterday, he was by her side. His hands seemed to be around her waist, holding her to sleep as usual. How could he have imagined it when he opened his eyes?

Is it another dream?

No! no no

Su Zijin panic to lift the quilt to get up from the bed, disorderly step on the embroidered shoes, pick up the coat hanger on the shirt, disorderly a look flustered to run out.

In the early days of the mountain, the fog was heavy and thick, and the yard was foggy, so he couldn't see what was inside. This made Su Zijin even more afraid. He could not see a trace of human figure when he looked around. He was so anxious that he couldn't help crying helplessly.

While running out, he called anxiously: "so sink! So heavy! So where are you? Tell me it's not a dream, it's not a dream! "

However, the voice echoed in this ear, but there was no response.

Under the white fog, it is more difficult to distinguish between reality and dream. Such a thing is not once or twice. In the past five years, in her dream, it has been countless. Every time, every time, in such a white fog, he disappeared without a trace.

When she wakes up completely, everything is in vain.

After a few turns, Su Zijin couldn't tell the southeast and northwest clearly in the white fog, and he couldn't see a trace of him.

This countless dream experience let her heart, her reason in her ears constantly tell her, this is another dream, a fruitless dream she did.

Such despair made her whole person seem to be taken away all her strength, powerless to squat down, in this vast white, her head buried in her arms, burst into tears, reverberating in the mountains under incomparable sadness.

But in this tears soaked clothes a few minutes, has been warm hands fell on her shoulder, with a familiar light bamboo fragrance.

"Night king? What's the matter with you? "

Familiar voice sounded in the ear, Su Zijin suddenly surprised raised his head, turned back, looked at a white clothes, jade face such as crown of Jun, so heavy eyes, worried looking at her, joy gradually floating up in the eyes.

Without waiting for him to ask one more question, she suddenly jumped up and stretched out her hands to hold his neck. Her head leaned against his shoulder. She sobbed and said happily: "this is not a dream! It's not a dream! You live! You're still alive, aren't you? "

Listening to this joyful but also with the voice of fear, the white childe's heart is as if by a hand fiercely pulled, raw pain.

Just now I heard her voice outside. She was so anxious, so trembling, and so afraid. He didn't know what was happening. He rushed in. As soon as he came in, he saw her squatting on the ground, crying bitterly.

Now, with such a tone of voice, he can think that this kind of thing may have experienced many times for her, so she would be so afraid, so desperate, and then still worried under such a surprise.

Yesterday in the main hall, such a proud woman, but now so weak and helpless, how can people's heart not cherish.

"Night king, this is not a dream, but the mountain fog, I am still alive, are real."

Listening to his gentle soothing as before, feeling the warmth and security from his palm, Su Zijin's mood gradually calmed down. He wanted to hold the real him tightly, but when he was close, his feet were blocked by something.

In a moment, like a big hand, she immediately pulled back to the real reality.

Leng a distracted, release the hand, straight up, Su Zijin can completely see clearly in front of the king, so sink, no, is the white childe.

Yesterday's all at this time all into the brain, let her really distinguish the reality, quickly wipe the tears on her face, live afraid of his heart unhappy explanation: "I'm sorry, these five years I always dream of you back, every wake up is disappointed, so as time goes by, sometimes when I wake up, I can't tell the reality and the dream."

Listening to Su Zijin's explanation and apology, Mr. Bai felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Just now, her attitude was obviously different from that of today. She restrained herself and treated him carefully, fearing that he would be displeased.

Obviously, yesterday his behavior let her be careful of him, but such caution made him feel uncomfortable, especially after that, seeing her like this, and so understatement to say such words, I really don't know how to describe the taste.

I just know, I feel guilty, I feel guilty.

I don't know if it's because of this, or because of other things, he can't tell.

"No problem. I shouldn't have waited for you to wake up, but everyone in Yuquan villa got up early. I didn't want to sleep, so I wanted to get you breakfast. Instead, I scared you." Although he didn't know what was the cause of his guilt, he just wanted to be nice to her, and his tone and look softened up, which was a little similar to the old gentleman.Such tone, such like, such gentleness, let just sober Su Zijin shake God at once again, looking at him and his tray with breakfast on his leg, for a moment, I don't know how to open my mouth.

Is he as a white childe to open his mouth, or to him as a king so deep mouth.

"Don't stand in the fog. Be careful. The fog will hurt you." Seeing Su Zijin hesitated and didn't know what she was thinking about. Although he didn't know what she was thinking about, he looked at her thin clothes and decided to open his mouth after thinking for a few minutes: "and the fog will wet the clothes. If you wear these Chinese clothes for a long time, I'm afraid they will get through."

Through!

Su Zijin suddenly thought of what he was wearing. He lowered his head and looked at the middle-aged clothes which had been moistened for several minutes. He immediately flushed his face and quickly pulled up his outer shirt. In a hurry, he was too ashamed to turn around and run to the room.

Looking at the shy and flustered side of her little daughter, the white childe couldn't help but smile.

And this smile, suddenly feel very familiar, looking at her busy escape back, as if from the heart feel happy, very familiar happy, very close, closer than ever to something in the heart.

The first time, so close, so real, aroused his initial expectation in his heart, and made him feel more firmly that she was true.

Excited from the heart, let him quickly roll the wheel, chase her into the house, want to close to her, more, more close to the things in his heart, perhaps, he can think of something.

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