Maybe her life is too tough. She has escaped from death countless times, and even faced desperate situations, but she can miraculously survive. I don't know if God will not accept her.
Hearing Bai Yuyue's assurance, Hanshuang was still a little worried: "Miss, stop thinking about it. Although the prince... but the emperor really didn't tell you, you should stop being so depressed."
He nodded and smiled lightly: "Okay, you rest first, I'm sleepy too."
After Hanshuang retreated, Bai Yuyue stood up and wanted to open the window.
Suddenly, I thought that even if I opened the window, Cang Xiyuan would definitely not appear in the trees outside, so I closed the window.
Nothing lasts forever, and nothing remains the same.
She has never been a person who likes to fall into other people's arms and pretend to be weak. More often than not, she has been accustomed to hiding the sadness in her heart and embarking on a road of no return full of thorns without looking back.
Perhaps, you should consider a fourth way for yourself.
A path that neither chooses the person I love nor chooses the person who loves me, nor is it easy to talk about life or death.
There is no need to fear going to heaven or earth. Is there really such a way?
Bai Yuyue woke up early in the morning, packed up, and prepared to leave the palace.
As the sedan arrived at Zhuque Gate, it happened to bump into the sedan of Prince Lanling's Mansion.
During the routine inspection at the palace gate, she was sitting in the sedan chair and clearly saw Chen Xue helping Cang Xiyao get into the carriage.
The heart-wrenching pain I felt at the beginning is no longer there. At most, it is just a dull knife grinding a wound that has not yet healed, and no blood can flow out.