Feng Jin stood for a long time, staring at the trembling girl. Time seemed to have stopped in the silent room. No sound could be heard except the woman's sad cry.【】
I don't know how much time passed before Feng Jin slightly lowered his eyelashes, let out a soft sigh, moved his stiff hands and feet, squatted down to Zhong Qingye, and said: "You are going to cry.
when?"
Zhong Qingye timidly raised his head, his eyes were red, swollen and watery, looking at him with tears, and his shoulders were shaking, looking pitiful.
Feng Jin was both amused and helpless at the same time. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the scattered tears on her cheeks as if it were serious, and said lightly: "The A Qing I know would not cry like this. It's really difficult."
Zhong Qingye trembled slightly, instinctively wanting to avoid his handkerchief, but forced himself to stop, biting his lower lip, and stared at her blankly.
Feng Jin calmed down all her emotions, as if nothing had happened. She wiped the handkerchief with her hands gently, as if she were treating a peerless treasure. Until all the traces on her face were wiped clean.
Then he nodded with satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Although the arc was still a little stiff, he clearly expressed his meaning.
"My Ah Qing will never cry like this."
The tip of Zhong Qingye's nose felt sour, and she stared at him motionless, mist quickly condensed in her pupils, making her dark pupils hazy.
Feng Jin held her helplessly, stretched out his hand and gently hugged her shoulders, clapping her hands like she wanted to coax a child, her voice was as gentle as the warm sun in early summer: "You, you, I haven't said anything yet, I'm about to shed tears again.
.”
Zhong Qingye's cheeks turned red, and he grabbed his clothes and wiped his face randomly. His voice was hoarse from crying, but his tone was still stubborn: "It's not all you."
Feng Jin smiled gently, hugged her tightly, and said in an almost flattering tone: "Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have made you sad. I deserve the punishment. Stop crying, otherwise you won't be able to see me."
People."
Zhong Qingye bit his lower lip, retracted into his arms, and closed his eyes tightly as if to escape.
There was a grass-like aura in Feng Jin's arms, which was different from Qi Mo's strong one. It made people feel as if they were back with their relatives, and Nuannuan's whole body and mind were relieved.
Unconsciously, Zhong Qingye curled up in his arms and fell asleep.
She was too tired last night, and she couldn't fully recover from the whole day's rest. In addition, she was a little tired due to the huge emotional ups and downs just now. After being comforted by Feng Jin, she felt overwhelmingly exhausted.
I feel like I fell asleep just like that.
It didn't matter if she was asleep. When she was asleep, she wouldn't think so much.
Feng Jin noticed her sleeping, but did not disturb her. He just waited for a while, then picked her up, gently placed her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
When Zhong Qingye was sleeping, the stubbornness on his face had faded away. His small face looked extremely pale and thin due to the successive emotional ups and downs and injuries. A piece as big as a palm, nestled in the soft quilt, seemed to have almost disappeared. It was so long.
Her eyelashes are moist and densely covered, casting a thick shadow on her eyelids. The candlelight dances, slightly revealing the desolation of chewing life.
Feng Jin sighed softly and reached out to wipe away the remaining tears at the seam of her eyes. In fact, her heart still hurt. The treasure that she had carefully guarded for so many years was ruined by others. In addition to feeling distressed, there was also a way to accept it.
The madness is screaming in my head.
Seeing the marks on her body that had been covered up by other men, Feng Jin almost lost his rationality. Heartache and rage were linked together, driving him to want to destroy everything in front of him.
but……
There is always such a person in this world who makes you feel sad even if you are heartbroken, crazy, or lose all your sense.
At that moment when he saw her tears, the pain in Feng Jin's heart was simply more unbearable than when he found out that she was possessed by someone else. The treasure he carefully guarded, the girl he protected with all his heart, no one in this world could
hurt her.
Any existence that made her sad would be eradicated for her even if he had to sacrifice everything.
Her tears should not exist in this world. What belongs to her should be a clear sky with no haze.
No one can hurt her.
Even he himself can't do it.
Feng Jin's pupils narrowed slightly, and his gaze towards the girl gradually turned from tenderness to coldness.
Qi Mo, since you can't protect her, let me do it.
Taking one last look at the sleeping girl, Feng Jin's eyes were so gentle that they almost fell into the sea. As if he had finally made up his mind, he stood up and walked to the desk in the room, unfolded a roll of handkerchief, and held a pen for a while.
After waiting for a while, when the ink on the handkerchief gradually dried up, he rolled the handkerchief into a piece and put it into Zhong Qingye's palm. He carefully closed his fingers, turned around and blew out the candle, and the figure disappeared into the shadow of the room.
When Qi Mo returned to the palace, it was almost midnight. He walked quickly to the wedding room, looked at the room with the lights out, raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked into the room.
The light in the room was dim, and the hazy light of the moonlight shone in from the paper, forming mottled light and shadow on the ground. Qi Mo walked to the bedside lightly and saw that the woman was already asleep. He was slightly stunned for a moment, but did not say much.
Thinking, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead, turned around and prepared to go back to the study to deal with unfinished matters.
This time the fire in Zhong Mansion was related to Zhong Qingye, so he didn't want her to worry too much, so he went all out. When his eyes moved, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the woman's red and swollen eyes, and he paused in surprise.
Although Zhong Qingye didn't react much on the surface, this girl was very strong. Could it be that she was secretly hiding and crying alone?
Qi Mo stared at her swollen eyes, frowned in displeasure, stood up and left the room.
This matter had to be resolved as soon as possible, he didn't want her to cry anymore.
The door opened with a creak and then closed gently. The girl on the bed, whose eyes were closed and her face was silent, suddenly opened her eyes, glanced sideways in the direction Qi Mo left, and stretched out her arms from the bed.
In her pale hands, she held a handkerchief tightly.
The moonlight was dim, and the girl's eyes glowed like a lynx in the darkness.