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What...are they talking about? The naive Nan Junnuo couldn't understand the conversation between the two, so he thought about it alone, couldn't figure it out, and quickly followed them.

It was already late at night when she returned to Prince Chen's Mansion. After listening to the report from the shadow guard, Nan Chenyu came to Shimeng Pavilion and stood outside the garden for a long time, hesitating whether to go in or not. If she did not fall asleep after entering, what should she do?

What did she say?

After hesitating like this, he finally couldn't resist the desire to see her and stepped in. He walked around the hall and came to her door. It was silent inside. She must have been fast asleep.[

He gently opened the door and quietly walked to her bedside to sit down. Looking at her peaceful and pale sleeping face, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand to caress her sleeping face, and the empty space in his heart was actually filled.

Save China, save China, save China, what should I do so that we can open our hearts and face each other calmly? I have always felt like we are from two different worlds. We are just separated by a wall but we are as far away as each other.

Missed the distance of thousands of years.

I don't know if it was because of everything that happened tonight, or looking at Meng Wanhua's face that was as pale as snow, Nan Chenyu's suppressed emotions burst out, and they all came out like a flood, and they couldn't stop it.

In fact, many times, he doesn't ask for much. All he wants is someone who can talk to him, play chess with him, draw pictures and write poems with him, and understand him.

Even though there were many beautiful concubines in the house, none of them could truly understand his thoughts. Indeed, as the woman in front of him said, they were just substitutes for Luochen. They only had the dots between their brows and eyes that were similar to Luochen. Even Liuying.

He has never been an affectionate person, and Beauty Pavilion is just an illusion for the world, an illusion that allows him to live a stable life. It is a fake act for those people who are eyeing him covetously.

And she, who had only been with him for a few months, had seen him so clearly. Sometimes he really wanted to ask who she was and why she never mentioned anything about him, yet she was so wise and sharp.

to see through people.

"You have no need to compete with others for favor, and you won't compete. If you could compete, wouldn't I be happier and accept you more happily?" Looking at her, she murmured in a low voice, as if she was with someone in a dream.

's whisper.
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