Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 215 Farewell expression 18+.

In just an instant, the figure of Wuhan had come, and replied. ''The waiter here who started.''

''After today's release, I want to rest, no one bothers.'' Jing said firmly.

''Understood.'' Wuhan replied briefly, before following Jing stepping out, from behind.

Jing hoped to quickly settle all affairs, and ran as fast as possible towards her Ziaruo.

But the human plan is never certain.

In Jing's accurate depiction, and with a simple understanding of Wuhan.

In fact, the trusted guard as well as his best friend, gave a great intervention.

Wuhan recalled Jing's orders, that the master wanted to rest, and with his condition quite alarming, Wuhan took the initiative of maximizing the emperor's rest.

Unbeknownst to Jing, Wuhan mixed sleeping pills into the emperor's drink.

With a lack of sleep, as well as fatigue that accumulates. Jing fell asleep soundly, with just a matter of a few seconds, after sipping her tea.

.........................

When Jing woke up, the body was reflexively seated, and quickly saw a dim-looking room, with a small illumination flame.

Realizing the day had darkened, Jing's heart was blown away in shock.

''Why did I fall asleep.''

Quickly, he moved to get off the bed.

And in his swift motion, Jing called out the name of someone he was thinking about.

''Yuun..'' Call it reflex when remembering the wife.

He did not realize he had called out that name, in a loud voice.

And unexpectedly, a voice softly echoed, after the door creaked.

''This woman is here, Your Majesty.''

A beautiful woman, slowly entered the room and answered her call gently.

Jing was again surprised, as well as happy simultaneously.

In fact, the leg that was about to stand up and step out a moment ago, was now frozen on the edge of the bed.

Still sitting on the edge, Jing stared fixedly at the woman he had been avoiding these few days.

Ziaruo grew more beautiful, and mesmerized Jing's heart.

Of course the man also missed this woman, he wanted to hug her.

However, for some reason he was still silent and still trying to sit quietly.

In fact, until Ziaruo came to sit beside him, he was still silent.

What is seen there now is, a pair of people with a roar of feelings of hearts that miss each other, both silent, with great awkwardness.

Like a couple of newlyweds, who are still shy.

''Still angry?.'' Ziaruo opened the conversation.

The voice was calm, like the calmness of a deep well, with no water ripples on it.

And that thing, cooled Jing's heart.

''Eeemhz...'' Jing nodded, and made a short answer.

In a sense, he asserted the question from Ziaruo.

However, a second later he realized his stupid reflexes.

''Ti.no, I mean I never get angry.'' Connect Jing quickly.

Seeing that, Ziaruo smiled and looked down again.

''You're natural to be angry, I've missed.'' Ziaruo litte.

''Sorry...'' The connection again, smirked and still in a down state.

Jiang jing wei turned her head towards her woman for a moment, there were many things she wanted to say, for this woman last night.

However, everything disappeared when he was with her now.

Jing was still passive, and was silent beside Ziaruo.

''Is...'' Jing ingi asked, but his words came to a halt, and were unresolved.

''Yes..'' Ziaruo answered Jing's question, which was not yet completed.

Because she knew what her husband was going to ask.

And that, must be the matter of his departure tomorrow.

''Good.'' Jing said, another stupid thing.

And as fast as lightning, he regretted his words.

''What did I say?.'' He was stricken in silence.

Jing snorted at her silly lips, which had been presumptuous to say impolite, and could lead to further misunderstandings.

''Emmmzh, imaksih.'' Ziaruo nodded slowly.

Nor did he know what to say, in response.

And at the end of the day, it's the word thank you that slides along.

Her heart was broken, hearing that word from her husband Jing's lips.

As if the man, did not have the heartache for his departure tomorrow.

Was it that easy to let go?, or had Jing just been pretending to care?.

Ziarup's feelings were mixed with nothing.

At least Jing won't suffer, for his departure tomorrow.

Ziaruo let out a long sigh, he wanted to take off every burden that a few days ago was lingering in his heart as well as mind.

''Jing has been able to accept, and is fine for his departure.'' Ziaruo brazed it in his heart.

And what he wanted to do, was another different thing.

Ziaruo wanted to relax the heart, with a longing for the man there.

He also wanted to say goodbye, with his man in this world for the last time.

Ziaruo raised his face, and stood up from sitting down.

Slowly he walked over, and stood right in front of Jing.

The woman looked at him for a moment, as if she was painting something very precious.

I don't know what the woman did, Jing's mind was deadlocked.

In fact, the man did not react to the wife's gentle demeanor.

Ziaruo grabbed Jing's arm, and led her to get up from sitting down.

Amidst his longing and confusion, Jing followed whatever the will of Ziaruo was.

Even if having to run left everything behind, Jing willingly.

But the thought is far from what is happening now.

After Jing stood up, Ziaruo slowly took off Jing's clothes one by one, until all that was left was his inner clothes.

For a moment Ziaruo hugged the body tightly, carrying the hand of the husband, to welcome his embrace.

Jing followed whatever her Yun did.

There was happiness rippling in Jing's heart, there was a roar of heartbeats racing in his field chest.

However, there is also a curiosity that tickles the heart of jing, about what the next will be done by the wife.

They hugged a few moments, before Yun helped her sit back by the bed.

Jing's heart grew louder, as he saw Ziaruo also taking off his clothes.

A sweet smile, attached to the beautiful face of the woman he loved so much.

Slowly but surely, Jing's voice flowed gently calling out a name. ''Yuun.''

That name, slid like a melodious groove in Ziaruo's ears.

And be the opening of the two lips, to fight each other.

That night, both of them vented the longing that had been withheld these few days.

Recounting the last memories for Ziaruo, before his departure tomorrow.

Jing, overwhelmed with happiness, forgot for a moment that, tomorrow was their last day together.

And either when they're going to be reunited, or parted ways no one knows.

Jing embraced Ziaruo's body, with the beauty of happiness.

Under his hood, the wife showed a happy face, and it was the perfect beauty of life, for Jiang jing wei.

The happiness of her in the eyes of the woman was a pride for Jing.

Until the time rolls around before morning, they just finish their happiness routine.

Jing's body, asleep sleeping with Ziaruo in a crib.

A gentle smile appeared on his face, as he was closed in the warmth blanket of the body of his beloved woman.

With that happiness, Jing was no longer protesting about the suffering she was going through.

Not really, with the pain of a few days yesterday.

Jing had been lulled and forgotten, that this morning his heart would be torn back to shreds, to the woman's departure.

Slowly Ziaruo opened his eyes.

He looked at the sleeping Jing and the face looked calm.

Like, a smile was gently placed there.

Ziaruo stared at the face again for a moment, kissing the forehead, both eyes, nose, both cheeks, chin, and paused a little while on the lips.

Ziaruo smiled faintly, with a clear grain at the end of his eyes, as Jing relieved involuntarily.

''Forgive me if I can.''

''And if it's hard, hate as deeply as you love this woman.'' Ziaruo whispered softly.

In between Jing's exhaustion, he was still asleep and only relieved for a moment with an indistinct mutter.

However, whatever it was was, it was melodious in Ziaruo's ears.

In fact, when Ziaruo grabbed Jing's hand, and placed it on her flat stomach, Jing still did not react.

''She's my dear father, and perhaps in the coming months, you will meet him again in your form as a boy.''

''In that moment, don't let him miss this cruel mother of yours.'' Ziaruo murmured again, still with his soft voice.

Ziaruo's tears were no longer blocked, flowing like rain out there.

In fact, some droplets nested heavily, on the back of Jing's hand.

In between the lightning bolts that flashed and struck, the sobs of the woman's cries were inaudible.

Until, the body stopped crying and rose from the bed, Jing's body was still asleep and closed.

Ziaruo grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor, put them on and tidied himself up.

The woman stood there, looking at the bed with a body figure on it for a moment, before finally disappearing behind the door of the room..