After Xia Yihan finished speaking, she took Hu Ling'er's hand and walked towards the bed.
Hu Ling'er didn't refuse and followed him to the bed obediently. She watched him lay out the quilt and helped her onto the bed.
Seeing Hu Ling'er lying down under the quilt, Xia Yihan smiled and sat down on the bedside, holding her hand and saying: "Sleep well, I will be here with you."
Hu Ling'er stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly said: "Did you stay with Sang Rong like this the whole night?"
The expression on Xia Yihan's face was stiff, and the hand holding Hu Ling'er trembled slightly. For a moment, she didn't know how to answer.
Hu Ling'er didn't seem to want to get his answer. Seeing him like this, she just smiled faintly, then took her hand out of Xia Yihan's, turned over, and faced inside.
"Ling'er..." When his hands were empty, Xia Yihan's heart also became empty. He looked at Hu Ling'er's back uneasily. Xia Yihan wanted to say something else, but Hu Ling'er's voice sounded again: "I understand your mood at the moment, and I don't want to give you anything."
Increase the burden. You haven't slept all night, so go and rest."
Listening to Hu Ling'er's words, Xia Yihan quickly said: "No, I will stay here with you."
"It's up to you." It was still that faint voice, and then there was no more sound.
The room suddenly became quiet, and Xia Yihan just sat quietly by Hu Ling'er's bed, looking at her back in a daze.
When he was in the valley, he was so eager to see her appearance and figure. Later he saw her, but the two of them almost missed it.
Now, she is right in front of him, not only can he see her, but he can also hold her in his arms.
But it was obviously such a close distance, so why did he feel uneasy?
He really wanted to lie down next to her shamelessly like before, and then hold her in his arms. In this way, he might feel much more at ease.
However, he did not dare to do so at this time.
Hu Ling'er's indifference and alienation were quite obvious just now. Although she didn't say anything, she was definitely angry with herself.
After a while, Xia Yihan didn't know whether Hu Ling'er had really fallen asleep, but she could only hear her breathing very steadily.
Holding her forehead and sighing, Xia Yihan slowly said: "Ling'er, I'm really conflicted right now. I don't want to make you unhappy, and I don't want you to misunderstand. I hope we can really
Leave everything here behind and do what you want to do. But...Sang Rong was arrested by Qi Muqing because of me. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't offend Qi Muqing, let alone be...insulted by him.
I have a responsibility in this matter. So... I can't fulfill the promise I made to you. At least in a short period of time, I can't let her leave here. She is a proud woman, and she has been treated like this.
The trauma must be worse than death, I'm afraid she won't be able to think about it."
"Ling'er, I'm really sorry. I don't expect you to forgive Sang Rong. I just hope you can understand her from a woman's point of view."
"But Ling'er, no matter what, you must believe that you are the only one I love until death."
When she said the four words "until death do us part", Hu Ling'er's eyelashes trembled slightly with her eyes closed, and a moment later, two lines of tears slowly fell from the corners of her eyes.
Last night, in this cold and silent room, she sat and thought about it all night.
Based on her understanding of Xia Yihan, if something like this happened to Sang Rong, he would definitely not be cruel enough to drive her away again.
He might even agree to take her as a concubine in order to make up for her.
Of course, this was originally what she had planned, and she was the one who persuaded Xia Yihan to do this.
But the situation now is completely different.
Before, Xia Yihan had doubts and hatred towards Sang Rong. But now, in addition to regret and guilt, he is full of pity.
Hu Ling'er felt at a loss. She really had no confidence in her and Xia Yihan's future.
After not sleeping all night, Hu Ling'er was really too tired. She fell into a deep sleep after thinking about it. When she woke up, it was almost noon, and Xia Yihan was already gone.
She looked at the empty edge of the bed with a wry smile on her lips.
The person who said he wanted to accompany her left her alone.
Did he go to Sangrong?
She knew she shouldn't be jealous of someone who was hurt like that, but she couldn't help but care.
Just as she knew clearly that Xia Yihan pushed her last night and even stayed in Sang Rong's room all night, which was unintentional or helpless, but she still felt uncomfortable in her heart.
At this time, the door was quietly opened a gap, and then Xiaomiao poked her head in and looked inside. Seeing that Hu Ling'er had already sat up, she opened the door and came in: "Miss, are you awake?"
Hu Ling'er nodded, "Well, wake up and help me change my clothes."
Xiaomiao hurriedly ran in and said as she walked: "When the prince left, he asked the slave not to disturb you. It probably wasn't the slave who woke you up just now."
"No." Hu Ling'er smiled, and then asked, "When did the prince leave?"
"It hasn't been long since I left. At most, it only took me one stick of incense."
Hearing Xiaomiao say that he had just left not long ago, Hu Ling'er felt a little relieved because he had a conscience.
But was he really awake all this time?
She only remembered that when she fell asleep, Xia Yihan was still chattering there, and she didn't know if he fell asleep afterwards.
Worried about him, Hu Ling'er thought for a while and decided to go to San Rong's place.
She didn't go there just to see Xia Yihan, she also wanted to see Sang Rong.
She knew that Sang Rong didn't necessarily want to see her, but it was reasonable and reasonable for her to go and express her condolences.
But when she came to Sang Rong's room, she learned that Xia Yihan was not inside, and there was only a girl guarding the door.
After hesitating at the door, Hu Ling'er pushed the door open and walked in.
Inside the room, Sang Rong was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring in the direction of the window in a daze.
Seeing Hu Ling'er coming in, she straightened up, her eyes full of alertness.
Hu Ling'er went in alone. After closing the door, she walked step by step towards Sang Rong's bed. Their eyes intertwined, one alert, the other indifferent.
Standing two steps away from her bed, Hu Ling'er smiled slightly and said, "You should know that I am Hu Ling'er, right?"