She stood in front of the mirror, looking at the woman's pale cheeks and dull eyebrows in the mirror, feeling a little bored.

In this world, everything can be planned, but accidents and people's hearts are always caught off guard.

But fortunately, she survived!

Yun Qing quickly packed up her emotions. After washing up, she changed her clothes, put on light makeup for herself, and walked out with a radiant look.

Bei Ming Yexuan stood in front of the window, his slender back showed a sense of loneliness. When he heard the sound, he turned his head slightly.

Then I saw his little wife, in the shortest time, turn herself into that gentle and elegant girl, and there was no sign of illness at all.

This girl, unless she is sick and unconscious, will never expose her fragility and reality to anyone.

It makes people angry and extremely distressed.

He walked over and stood in front of her, his eyebrows were lowered, and he looked at her black and clear eyes, "You are sick, and the sick girl is qualified to act coquettish and lazy, and you don't need to be so strong!"

She is only nineteen years old, and she is the most beautiful age. She should have been free and carefree.

It shouldn't be so cold and deep.

There is no need to be strong all the time, and you dare not even expose your fragility and pain to anyone!

Yun Qing was stunned for a moment, bit her lip, and tilted her head slightly.

He seemed...really angry...

"I..." Yun Qing frowned slightly, "I just don't get used to it."

"Then you'll get used to it from today," the slender and slightly cool hand gently brushed his eyebrows and eyes, and the low voice sounded very cold, but when you listened carefully, it was so gentle, "You are a girl, only nineteen years old, and you shouldn't carry anything heavy."

"Girls can shout when they are in pain, they should shout when they are afraid, they should not be stubborn when they are sick, and they don't need to endure when they want to cry..."

"You should be alive for yourself."

Yun Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she looked up at him, and her black eyes were complicated.

She is a girl.

She was nineteen years old.

She should be alive for herself.

No one has ever said this to her.

Her responsibility is almost innate.

From the moment she was born, she had to be excellent in everything, and heavy responsibilities were pressed on her shoulders, and she never dared to be indulgent or willful at all.

Eternal elegance and dignity, eternal calmness and self-sustainment, eternal strategization, eternal coldness and depth.

The first time, a man told her that you should live for yourself.

Yun Qing was stunned for a long time. Although she felt that she was willing to accept those things, she finally felt grateful to the man for caring and smiled, "I'm very good. If I want to stand high and see far, I naturally have to pay more."

"I'm very happy." Although she lost her willfulness and willfulness as a girl, her responsibilities and protection brought her something better.

Yun Qing raised her thin white fingers, brushed Bei Ming Yexuan's delicate eyebrows and said with a smile, "Although I don't know what I said in my sleep last night, I definitely didn't say the whole thing..."

She smiled slightly, and there was a clear and clear color between her eyebrows and eyes. "The things in the dream are bad, because those beautiful things are still alive in reality."

Her empire.

Her homeland.

Her father and mother.

Her best friend.

The people she guards.
Chapter completed!