The sky was as blue as if it had been washed by heavy rain. There was not a trace of white clouds in the sky, and the sun hung dazzlingly in the sky without a trace of warmth.【26nbsp;】

What happened today was like a thorn in her heart. Even if she tried hard not to think about it, what happened could not be erased.

There were some things that she cared about, but she just didn't say them. Loving someone doesn't require a reason, and maybe hating someone does the same.

She was waiting for an opportunity, but it never came, until Cui Moyao got married again...

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The wedding was very grand. Even if Fu Yaxuan locked herself in the room, she could still hear the lively cheers and laughter. To her, the news should be familiar, but it was like a strange thorn in her heart.

, she couldn't understand her inner thoughts at the moment, she only felt sad.

She was sitting quietly by the bed in plain clothes. Her black hair was loosely tied up with a silver hairpin and inserted diagonally. It was so loose that it seemed that the hair would fall down if she moved a little. Her two willow-leaf eyebrows seemed to be frowning but not frowning.

, eyes lowered in meditation, fairy mantle fluttering in the wind, sitting weak and boneless in a lonely mood.

The sad and melancholy meditation seems not to be a breathing creature in the world.

"Princess!" Someone called softly, gently calling her soul back from a distant place.

"Your Majesty." Fu Yaxuan glanced up, but was too lazy to salute. She hated him so much when she knew he was the Emperor, but now, she seems to have forgotten that this happened.

"Why are you sitting here alone?" Cui Yingyan stood in front of her, leaning over her body and staring at her from top to bottom. Her fragile appearance was so pitiful and heartbreaking that people couldn't help but want to hold her and comfort her.

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But Cui Yingyan didn't do that, which was inconsistent with etiquette.

She gave a faint smile. Unknown to herself, her smile was uglier than crying. She said, "Why is the emperor here?"

"I came to see you. I've made you feel wronged. I'm sorry!" He struggled to say the words, breathing hard as if he was cutting his own heart with a knife.

"Why are you saying sorry?" Fu Yaxuan raised her eyes and looked at him doubtfully. He, an emperor, said sorry to her, how could she bear it?

But he said in a deep voice: "I hope to see a happy Yaxuan. No matter when it is. The sky has not fallen. Even if there is still the last day, we should live happily."

She was stunned for a moment, raised her dark eyes and stared at his handsome face, laughed twice, and said extremely unnaturally: "How can I be unhappy? If you think I am unhappy, then you are overthinking it.

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Cui Yingyan snorted: "Who can you hide your worries from?"

This simple sentence made Fu Yaxuan feel at a loss, as if he had been stripped naked and stood in front of others.

If Cui Moyao is like cold-blooded ice, then Cui Yingyan is a flame that can bring warmth to people, but can also burn people. Compared with Cui Moyao's handsomeness, Yingyan's face has three points more masculinity, perhaps an emperor.

The unique nobility of the emperor.

She rested her chin on the table, looked at him quietly, and said quietly: "I'm not unhappy, I just feel alone and lonely."

Her future path is a mysterious one that can only be walked by one person.

There was sadness in his eyes: "Yaxuan, are you homesick?"

"Your Majesty, I can't sleep, can you drink with me?"

The desolate night and the sad white moonlight make drunk people feel so sad and beautiful that their heart aches.
Chapter completed!