I just ignored Dongfang Ao and walked directly to my seat without looking at him.
Because the first thing I looked at was him, that's him, but he just looked at me coldly, without too much emotion.
He is such a cold person, how can I know his emotions?
If he can help me take good care of Lian Yu and make him fat, I will be satisfied.
The night is very beautiful and desolate, maybe it’s the misunderstanding I have because of the sadness in my heart!
The dinner was over, and I was on my way back to Qingluan Hall accompanied by Cuixia.
I didn't ask Yu Wenjue to send it off, because he has been working very hard these days, and if he sent it off to me, he would have to go back later, which would be quite a journey back and forth.
Cuixia and I walked slowly on the way back to Qingluan Hall, admiring the night view as we walked.
The weather now is very suitable for walking at night, neither too cold nor too hot, just right.
Cuixia walked and said, "Mother, this night is so beautiful."
"kindness."
I nodded, but I was not in the mood to look at the beautiful night.
The night was beautiful, but my heart was already dead, and I couldn't bring back the vitality.
"Mother, are you unhappy?"
Cuixia's voice sounded again, and I continued to nod without speaking.
I can't say whether I am happy or unhappy, I can only ignore it as much as possible.
Soon we arrived at the 'Qingluan Hall', I didn't go in directly.
"Cuixia, you go in first! I want to be alone for a while."
Cuixia was a little worried, but walked in anyway.
I continued walking forward, and after walking not very far, I saw someone standing there in front of me, looking at me.
"The princess hasn't gone back to rest yet!"
I smiled lightly and said hello to Qingling.
Qing Ling's eyes when she looked at me no longer looked disgusted, but instead looked at me with inquiry.
She didn't speak, and I couldn't say anything. I couldn't leave either. We just stood there looking at each other.
After a long time, Qing Ling spoke slowly, and I listened to her say: "Aren't you happy?"
I don't understand how she figured it out and why she came to ask me again.
Doesn’t she hate me? When she sees me unhappy, shouldn’t she be happy?
I didn't speak, and she continued: "You can tell me why you are unhappy, or you can fight with me. Anyway, I am the person you hate, and you should be able to calm down if you fight with me."