Ling Ziliang happened to catch Meng Xian's eyes. He had been staring at Meng Xian, so Meng Xian raised his head and naturally met his eyes.

One hazy and the other hot, they collided together, causing a glimmer of light to flow through Meng Xian's eyes. Then he stopped looking at Ling Ziliang sideways. He was afraid... He was afraid that he couldn't help it... He no longer wanted to feel that kind of feeling.

Pain, such despair...

Ling Ziliang was stunned by Meng Xian's eyes for a moment and could not speak for a long time. When he spoke again, Meng Xian almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Meng Xian... are you overusing your eyesight... You should have good medicine yourself. Take some quickly so you don't go blind by then."

The prince expressed that he was very sad. Why was Meng Xian's eyes covered with a layer of mist? After trying to see clearly, he found that behind the mist were bloodshot eyes. Why, why, why!

He never knew that Meng Xian had eye problems!

This... second-hand product!

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Meng Xian simply closed his eyes. He thought that the word "out of sight, mind out of sight" was most appropriate at this time. Of course, the word "turn a deaf ear" was also most appropriate at this time!

Who did he become like this because of? Doesn't he still know his feelings?

It's all because of him that he's blind! No! How could he be blind? Your whole family is blind!

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"Ling - Zi - Liang -!" Meng Xian couldn't bear it and called out Ling Ziliang's name through gritted teeth, and then sighed deeply.

"Meng Xian! You finally spoke. If you don't speak, I will really think that there is something wrong with your voice." Ling Ziliang happily poured a cup of tea, handed it to Meng Xian's hand, and almost forced Meng Xian's fingers to open.

, who put the cup in: "Drink a few sips to moisten your throat. Don't be unable to speak again later."

"I don't want to see you, please go." Meng Xian just squeezed the teacup lightly, and the teacup broke from the stress. There was not a trace of blood on his plain white palms, and the strength of crushing the cup did not cause any damage.

To himself, this is not a sign that he and Ling Ziliang are no longer possible, and he will not be sad because of Ling Ziliang.

This is a lie...a complete lie. Even Ling Ziliang couldn't deceive him. How could he deceive himself.

"Meng Xian, how could you not want to see me? Do you really like Yan Nian?" Halfway through, Ling Ziliang suddenly remembered the scenes of Meng Xian and Yan Nian being intimate together, and his face turned pale.

There was also a hint of pain in my heart, no wonder Meng Xian didn't want to see him, no wonder Meng Xian wanted to tell him to get lost, no wonder...

It turns out that Meng Xian really likes Yan Nian...

Ling Ziliang felt like a sparrow that had been deprived of the bugs around its mouth.

If Meng Xian knew that he was being compared like this, he would kiss Ling Ziliang unceremoniously and fiercely, letting him know that he was not as weak as an insect and could be exploited by others.

Ling Ziliang lowered his eyes dejectedly, spread his arms, and half of his body fell on the table. His face was gloomy, like someone who had his essence sucked away, and his mouth was still moving slightly.

He was sitting there, not knowing what he was talking about, and in front of him was Meng Xian, whose back was turned to him again.
Chapter completed!