
The dim light twitched from the lantern on the table, the reflection of the light on the clear waves, the fog enveloped the man's face, gradually turning into a longing smile. finally he smiled smilingly looking at Xue Xue Xue's stiffness then stretched his pair of arms wide while saying softly in a soft voice, "I miss you so much".
Xue Xue couldn't help but wave her feelings, she was the girl who just knew what it was like to miss and fall in love, the girl who couldn't overcome her own turmoil after being kissed by Zhao Juren on Yanshan Hill.
With Xue Xue's hunting breath tightly hugging Zhao Juren's body, the strange emotion bubbled, a drop of tears dripping from the woman's eyes, and she did not remove it either.
"Why..why are you playing me?" His complaint between the sobs is restrained.
He didn't know why he was crying, only longing was like a storm hitting his chest among the many problems plaguing his life lately, it felt like he wanted to cry as hard as he could and hoped that Zhao Juren would take him away.
Time quietly continued to move. Lanterns emit a pale light, like the moon in space.
Eighteen years he lived in the palace between life and death with all his changes, half his life through a vacillating path, wandering in an uncertain direction, becoming a reinforcement for his brother, the puppet king who had no pedestal stood up. They were the prime minister's political hostages but Xue Xue and Nan Chen had learned a lot in that exhausting pressure, he said, now maybe they lost the war against Yanzhie but at least they will soon win the war in their own palace even though so many were sacrificed.
He was like a kiambang that floated in the rain, and finally walked up to this dead end. He used to be held back by ambition, by either so many shackles, passively helpless, stubborn, weak, and sad, but now, the grieving and helpless woman finally died along with that shackled destiny. He became a hard fighter but still became so whiny while in the arms of a cold but gentle dark-eyed man.
"I've never missed anyone like this."
His tears fell on Zhao Juren's shoulders, a beam of wind blew, the candle flame in the lantern was extinguished by the wind, leaving only black smoke soaring and swirling.
The rest of the lanterns on the wall were swirling in the wind but trying to stay lit.
"I miss you a lot too, I know how hard everything you've been through, but it'll strengthen you." Zhao Kuren took a deep breath, stroking Xue Xue's back gently.
Xue Xue wiped away her tears, She swore, that these were the last tears of her life, from this moment on, until the point of her last blood dripping, she would not cry helplessly anymore. Now that he felt in front of him, suddenly appeared a bright glimmer of light, like a moon draped in the middle of a green liu tree, Nan Yuhuai who was wearing a light robe stood upright in front of his door as if smiling as usual.
"Sister, are you okay now?" The sound of greeting was as if it had just been yesterday.
Xue Xue blinked her eyes and the shadow of her brother who had always borne sorrow all her life seemed to pass.
Yes, Nan Yuhuai with a secret that his mother kept until the end, the prince who predicted at the time of his birth at the time of the dead moon would kill his own brother for the throne. The prince who will take all the property of the king to his woman. Nan Yuhuai's birth, just 10 months after the crown prince's birth, was considered a threat, so the queen sent him as a young boy to the mountain so as not to pose a threat to his brother.
And I don't know, the sky is a mystery, destiny is an unknown thing, there's no real prediction.
The proof is now that Nan Yuhuai chose his own destiny, dying with the poison he drank.
Xue Xue looked at him with haru, this foreign man had in an instant taken a special place in his heart, a silver moonlight rained down on them, making the floor silvery white in the light from the wind holes, he nodded silently, then said in a low voice, "No way clearer, I know you're here".
"Wax fire can be blown by the wind until it goes out, but the warmth of the heart cannot be extinguished. Don't cry anymore".Zhao Juren wiped the eyes of the female warlord who in her admiration secretly.
The two of them were actually two generals who were stranded in a wooden house, becoming two people who were exhausted in their duties.
"Since this moment, I swear I will be your lantern Xue Xue, and my heart will be a candle flame inside that lantern. I won't let you cry anymore. "
Xue Xue immersed her body in Zhao Juren's arms, it felt calm hearing those words.
Slowly Zhao Juren lifted Xue Xue's chin, his eyes unblinking looking at the young girl's eyes then slowly his head lowered.
A very slow, soft and thrilling kiss on the lips of this man. Warm as in the rain in the heat of summer.
Xue Xue closed her eyes, her body curved in Zhao Juren's arms, she broke down as the man's fingers crept from her back to the base of her neck, holding her there while she sipped Xue Xue's lips.
That strange thump, that thumping sound, as if they were listening to each other's own heart.
And an instant later Xue Xue felt drifting as the embrace became so tight and pressing, her chest as if it were a fruit. The coughing is not funny.
Zhao Juren touched every inch of Xue Xue's body calmly, he was a grown man who not only once had sex, it was clear he was experienced far above this innocent woman. Zhao Juren's gentle touch was completely unhurried, toying with the soft-sounding er@ngan Xue without allowing her eyes to open.
Zhao Juren humped him like she was training every corner of patience, while her lips continued to smell the entire surface of Xue Xue's face from her eyes, nose, to her chin. Her warm sighs made Xue Xue's delicate skin crumble.
"Can I do it?" Zhao Juren's whisper in Xue Xue's ear, raspy, though his breathing was still orderly unlike Xue Xue who had barely lost her consciousness.
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