Sensing something was wrong with her, Mu Ziluo narrowed his eyes and looked at the visitor. An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped him. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her slender waist firmly with his big hands, declaring his sovereignty.
The golden eyes looking at Mu Ziluo dimmed, and Chu Mingyou stood there staring at her from a distance, "Is he the prince who can bring you the future?"
Recalling the days before her escape, she was nestled in his arms, half asleep and half awake, whispering softly: "When will my prince come and take me away."
Now she's found it, right?
The originally stunning golden eyes dimmed. She found her prince, but the princess who belonged to him no longer belonged to him.
His small white hands held Mu Ziluo's arm tightly. Wu Bingxuan lowered his head, his dark eyes covered with a hazy mist.
Mingyou is the only person she trusts in the Chu family, the only person who can make her feel at ease.
But he worried too much, and he always asked her to give her time and give him a chance.
But as time went by, he broke his promise again and again.
She is so tired. So desperate!
She didn't want to stay in the Chu family, so she chose to run away again and again.
She didn't dare to see him, so she didn't look for him for more than a year after returning to China.
"Don't you want to know how I'm doing?" He said quietly, feeling like he was about to suffocate. If he couldn't hear her voice, he was afraid that he would collapse.
"You...are you okay?" Wu Bingxuan's lips trembled, and it was a very ordinary sentence but it was said in fragments.
How is he?
In person, he is Chu Wenbo's right-hand man.
Afterwards, he is just a lonely person with no future.
Is he okay? Doesn’t she know best?
"Hello, I'm fine!" Chu Mingyou's lips curled up slightly, and a smile broke out because of her concern.
"Wouldn't you like to introduce me?" Mu Ziluo looked at Wu Bingxuan in his arms without any expression, and the cold light in his blue eyes flashed away.
"No need." Just as Wu Bing opened his lips to speak, Chu Mingyou interrupted: "There's no need. Maybe this is the last time we meet."
He smiled lightly, and his golden eyes glowed with a gentle wind-like warmth, wrapping her tightly around her.
The last time we met?
Wu Bingxuan raised his head in surprise, looking at him with dark eyes for no apparent reason. Why did he say it was the last time they met?
She was panting and felt so uncomfortable. Why didn't she even dare to breathe too hard?!
It felt like my heart was pricked by needles...
"Take good care of her." After leaving these words, Chu Mingyou turned around and left resolutely.
He walked away casually, without a trace of thought. Only the wry smile on the corner of his lips gave him away.
He worked hard for so long, planned carefully for so long, and exhausted all his strength to strengthen himself, but in the end he still refused to embrace the beautiful woman.
Why not give him a little more time?
Did he tell too many lies?
Looking at his distant back, Wu Bingxuan was slightly absent-minded. The back was proud and straight, high and upright, but she could feel the loneliness and sadness in his heart.
A sharp pain came from her waist, pulling her out of her own world.
Wu Bingxuan raised his head and looked at Mu Ziluo beside him. There were still wet tears on his pink cheeks.
"So lost in thought that you can't even feel me when I'm around you?" His rough fingertips wiped away the tears on her face, and Mu Ziluo stared at her with a smile.
"you……"
Isn't he angry?
"What am I doing?" Mu Ziluo scratched the bridge of her nose lovingly and held her in his arms.