Thinking of Yu She's cold eyes just now, thinking of what he said to his eager eyes: "Go back!"

She banged her head against the pine tree in annoyance. How could she be so happy and forgetful after receiving the so-called imperial edict? How could she forget her own situation and the basic agreement he made to her?

"Stop hitting it. If you hit it again, you'll be knocked stupid!"

The familiar teasing tone, the deep voice with a hint of hoarseness. Huh? He's still here?

Panpan's eyes filled with tears instantly. She raised her head, and Yu She, whose whole body was hidden under the white cloak, had arrived quietly without knowing it.[

He stood quietly not far away. Wearing her familiar white brocade robe and cloak, his long hair was flying. As always, his beauty was flamboyant, gorgeous and exquisite.

Humbling beauty is everywhere.

Panpan stared at him blankly, tears slowly flowing down her cheeks. Surprise, emotion, grievance... She couldn't tell what her mood was now. But she knew clearly that she missed him so much.

Yes, she finally knew that she had missed him so much all along.

During the nights when she couldn't sleep at Lingbo Pavilion, she often counted the flowers carved on the bedside, imagining that every bud contained his face.

His bright eyes were staring at him from there, his eyes were cold and vicious: "Everyone says you look like Yang Yuhuan. According to me, you should change the comparison. How are you Yang Yuhuan?

Ah, you should be Yang Yuxiong!"

"If you don't sleep, you will be a bear with big black eyes tomorrow!"

Even in his dreams, he was rarely gentle. His sarcasm made him feel inferior but he was willing to do so. It was an honor to be criticized by such a beautiful being!

But when they met tonight, he never looked at her. He sat there and treated her as just a pile of air.

She missed so many days and nights, and it turned out that they were lost in his careless indifference.

Tears flowed down quietly, and Panpan didn't reach out to wipe them.

Yushe silently looked at Panpan sitting with her knees crouched through the snow-covered branches. She was like a squirrel in winter, with bright black eyes full of grievance and excessive sensitivity. She would want to use her furry tail when she was hurt.

Cover your face.
Chapter completed!