Chapter 33: I won’t cry

Wan Luofeng remained silent, her jaw tightened, and the calmness she had always been proud of suddenly collapsed: "Why?"

"Where do you get so many reasons? If it suits you, stay together. If it doesn't, break up. What else is there to say?"

Wan Luofeng sat opposite her, unable to say a word, her sad, heart-wrenching eyes wrapping around her heart like a spider.

"Master Wan, I think you should leave. There is something wrong with staying in the boudoir of a daughter who has not left the court in the middle of the night." She said to chase him away.

Her heart seemed to have been dug out, but the connected skin and flesh were torn apart. She did not want to experience the pain of tearing apart like that again in her life.

"Yao'er, you're tired, take a good rest. I'll come back to you another day." Wan Luofeng did not respond to her words.

She only felt a gust of wind blowing around her, her body tilted and fell to the ground, and Wan Luofeng had already left her room.

She hugged her head and cried: "Luofeng...Luofeng..."

In the dark night, Wan Luofeng was walking alone on the street. His steps were very fast, as if someone was chasing him and he was trying to escape from something. He accidentally bumped into someone's body.

He raised his eyes and his tone was extremely cold: "What are you doing here?"

The woman standing in front of him was Ling Yan: "I was following you just now, and all your attention was on that woman, so you didn't see me."

"So..." He looked coldly, not showing any good looks to this noble princess.

"Such a woman is not worth your sorrow for her." Ling Yan said without fear of death.

Wan Luofeng shook off her hand and stumbled forward under the night: "Don't follow me again, otherwise, I will send someone to take you back to Feng Country tomorrow."

Xiaoyao sat on the bed, her heart heaving vigorously, as if she couldn't help but feel something. Waves of heat only hit her forehead, and then stayed in her eyes. She tried her best to suppress herself: "Xiaoyao, you want to

Suck it up."

"It's okay! Didn't Chen Feng say that there is a princess following him? The princess will definitely take good care of him, and he will be fine! Well, that's how it is."

She kept comforting herself.

"Don't cry! Did you hear that? Don't cry." Xiaoyao restrained herself forcefully, clutching the clothes on her chest, feeling a sharp pain in her heart, as if the pain was going to torture her to death.

The eyelashes could no longer bear the weight of the tears and fell down without any warning. I reached out to wipe them, but they couldn't be wiped off.

She sat down on the opposite side of the bed, and the air was still filled with his clarity, as light as the breeze.

When she traveled to another world, the first person who gave her warmth was Wan Luofeng. They were childhood sweethearts, and sometimes they could understand each other with just a look.

He once said: "Yao'er, it's enough for you to stay under my wings. I will protect you for the rest of your life. I will only cuddle up with you in this life and eternity."

The oath is still echoing in my ears, but!

She once thought they would be together for the rest of their lives, but now she pushed him away with her own hands.

She was crying so hard that she was almost out of breath, but what appeared in front of her eyes was the fantasy of that damn ghost face: "Xiao Yao'er, you are actually crying, crying for another man. See if I don't punish you properly."

She reached out to hit the phantom, punching him one after another, but all of them were in vain. There seemed to be a mocking smile on his face.

There was a knock on the door from outside: "Xiao Yao'er, the time for a stick of incense has passed. You are very unpunctual, so I have to pick you up and leave."

"Get out!!" She had already lost Wanluo Fengzao, so she had nothing to be afraid of.

The despair in her voice reached Xing Sichen's ears through the closed door.

"Are you crying?" Xingsi Chen Danfeng's eyes filled with anger, and he pushed the door open vigorously.

Xiaoyao wiped her tears randomly: "I didn't!"

"It's because of him." Xing Sichen held her chin coldly and rubbed it.

Her chin turned slightly red, and as she stared at Ghost Face's red phoenix eyes, all her unhappiness and grievances surged up, and she couldn't hold back her tears: "Ghost Face, I, Xiaoyao, have really lived a miserable life in the first half of my life.

Xiaoyao, but everything was ruined after I met you. You ruined my life and my love. I have no future and can't see the dawn! I no longer struggle to get out of your cage, but...

I beg you, please let me go today, okay?"

Xing Sichen's hand paused slightly, because of her words, his heart seemed to have been cut: "You are mine, every moment of every day, why should I let you go today?"

Xiaoyao looked directly into his eyes: "Do you know what day today is?"

He checked all her information, looked at her heartbroken expression, and felt sad: "Okay, for the sake of your birthday today, I will let you go today."

"Thank you for your noble hand and giving me the opportunity to kick my butt. Then, can you leave now and let me be alone." Xiao Yao closed her eyes slightly and let her tears flow.

Why should she care about her image in front of this man? There is no need. Her pretended bravery has been seen through, so what else is left to say.

"Okay, I promise you! But you must also promise me not to cry anymore. If you become ugly, I can't take you out. You are mine, let me embarrass you, look at it!"

Xiaoyao nodded.

Xing Sichen holds Xing Siyue's life in his hands. To put it bluntly, with his current ability, he can take the lives of all the people she cares about.

"Okay, I promise you." Xiao Yao wiped away her tears, but felt even more sad in her heart.

Xing Sichen stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his thick fingertips: "Yaoer, I will pick you up in a few days."

He stood up and left her sight.

Xiaoyao was ill. When she woke up, she felt dizzy and even her voice became hoarse.

The Xiao family members worshiped her as if she were a Bodhisattva, and they didn't know if Xing Sichen had done something to her.

In short, she is very free.

"Miss, take some medicine. If you don't take the medicine, your body will collapse." Yun'er knelt on the ground and felt heartbroken when she saw Xiao Yao sitting in front of the window with a blank look on her face.

Xiaoyao looked like a lifeless baby, turning his head to look at her slightly: "Yun'er, I don't want to eat! You go down, I want to be alone for a while."

"Miss..." Yun'er didn't want to leave.

"Cough cough cough..." Xiao Yao coughed violently.

Yun'er was excited when he saw her: "Yun'er is leaving now, leaving now."

The room was empty, and the cold wind kept blowing into the room. Xiaoyao moved all the books out.

Her handwriting was written by Wan Luofeng. At that time, Wan Luofeng hugged her waist from behind and held her hand: "Yao'er, the handwriting of Yao is free and straight..."

She picked up the brush and wrote: "Luofeng."

The two words are crooked, not straight at all, not cool at all.

Outside the window, the willow breeze caresses the leaves.

She is lovelorn, and this is what it should be like when she is lovelorn.

"So tired! So tired." She got on the bed, curled up under the quilt, and closed her eyes at some point. Her body was so hot, so hot, boiling hot.

Is the cold getting worse?
Chapter completed!