Chapter 1216 I didn't give it, it's not that he didn't want it!
Chapter 1216 I didn’t give it, it’s not that he didn’t want it!
Ye Siming's pupils were slightly cold, and his slender palms subconsciously clenched the little guy's legs.
The pace was obviously a little slower than before.
Gu Nuoer tilted her little head, waiting for Ye Siming's answer.
Seen from her perspective.
The young man's profile is handsome and resolute, with a deep and well-defined jawline.
Wow, brother Siming is still so beautiful.
Gu Nuoer narrowed her eyes with a smile.
Just as she was admiring the beauty, she heard Ye Siming suddenly speak.
"Gu Nuo'er, in your eyes, do you have many closest people?"
The little guy suddenly blinked in confusion.
"No, the closest ones are, of course, father, mother, little mother, eldest mother, and brother!" She counted with her little hands.
Suddenly she remembered and added: "Yeah! Brother Hualuobo and Sister Yinxiang also count!"
Ye Siming lowered his cold eyes, seeming to have something on his mind: "What about Yunlinzhou?"
Gu Nuoer scratched his little face, his thin eyebrows wrinkled, and became even more confused: "Linzhou?"
"Well..." She reluctantly thought for a moment: "We were friends before, but now we are strangers."
Ye Siming's eyes were even darker and colder, as if there was a faint chill in them, but Gu Nuo'er didn't see them.
He said in a cold voice: "So he didn't get your broken sword, so he gave it to me instead?"
After hearing this question, Gu Nuoer's white and tender round face was filled with disbelief!
"Brother Siming, what are you talking about?"
Now that Ye Siming had said it, he decided to make it clear.
He didn't want to keep this matter in his heart, it made him suffer like a fire.
There was a voice in my heart eager for proof.
It proves that he is more important to Yunlinzhou in Gu Nuoer's heart.
Ye Siming placed Gu Nuoer on the ground, and the two of them looked at each other.
There was a trace of imperceptible anxiety in the young man's eyebrows.
"I said Ye Nuo." He pulled out the broken sword from his waist and held it in his palms.
Ye Siming paid close attention to Gu Nuoer's expression.
"I regard this broken sword as the most precious treasure for thousands of years and carry it with me everywhere."
"But I clearly heard you tell Yun Linzhou before that you almost gave the Broken Sword to him at the antique market, right?"
He raised his head, a complex emotion appearing in his thin brows.
Ye Siming's eyes were slightly red, looking helpless and a little sad.
His throat rolled twice, and he finally asked the question that had been tormenting him all day.
"He didn't want it, so it was my turn?"
Gu Nuoer's watery eyes suddenly widened, and there was surprise on her pink cheeks.
"Brother Siming, you misunderstood!"
"This broken sword once accompanied my grandfather on the battlefield. Although it is broken, it is still useful and extremely sharp."
"I don't want to bury its existence, so I want to try it in the antique market to see if there is a suitable person to entrust it to me."
"I met Linzhou there. He was sitting in a carriage and sent his men to ask for it, but I refused."
"If a person dares not even show his face, he himself is not sincere. I wanted to find a reliable owner for Broken Sword, so I naturally rejected him!"
As the little guy spoke, he clenched his little fists: "It's because I didn't give it to him, it's not that he didn't want it!"
Gu Nuoer raised her watery eyes, full of grievances: "So brother Siming is angry with me because of this?"
When Ye Siming heard this, he realized that he had misunderstood.
He has always been sharp and self-possessed, so why does he lose his instinctive rational judgment every time he encounters Gu Nuoer's matter.