Chapter 1962 [Shang Xie] See

At this point, her voice suddenly stopped, and after a moment she said,

"But, the thief was actually a woman, and she looked... looked..."

The maid was reluctant to praise others for their good looks, especially in front of the man she admired. However, the pair of eyes with smooth contours and dark pupils were still clearly visible in her mind, along with the almost impeccable face under the moonlight. This forced her to speak slowly,

"She's pretty good-looking."

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There was still only one voice in the dark hall.

As the moonlight outside the window grew brighter, the palace maid finally stood up, patted her clothes and left.

Her farewell still received no response. Before climbing out of the window, she couldn't help but look back. The graceful yet decadent figure was still leaning against the screen, with the blurred and dim moonlight outlining his outline, showing the same coldness and indifference that had never changed in the past two months.

Just by watching from afar, she felt as if this man had built four invisible closed walls around him, and anyone who wanted to get close to him was rejected by him. Even though she had been knocking on the wall for two whole months, she still couldn't make the wall even a little thinner.

He remained indifferent.

It’s like there’s a pile of burnt ashes in my heart, and I can only come out every night to bask in the pitiful moonlight, which is pale and cold without a trace of life.

But isn’t it possible for a dead fire to revive?

If two months doesn't work, then three months. If three months doesn't work, then three years. She just doesn't believe that there will be a day when she fails to impress him.

She bit her lip stubbornly, withdrew her gaze, said "see you tomorrow" and carefully climbed out of the window.

The window creaked shut.

The hall fell into deathly silence again.

The sound of the moonlight walking seemed to stand out in the silence.

Outside the window, there were the sounds of palace servants coming and going in a hurry, and in the night, there were the heavy footsteps of the imperial guards approaching.

The man tilted his head back, took a sip of wine, and leaned his head against the screen, his drooping eyelashes blocking his empty and cold gaze.

And just as the silence was slowly flowing in the room, the window that had just been closed was opened and closed again, and someone jumped in from outside the window.

The man still sat there motionless, as if whoever came in had nothing to do with him.

Xia Fuyi, who had just been chased and blocked by the imperial guards and had to choose a palace to sneak into, did not know at the moment that this was the Zichen Palace she had been looking for for seven nights.

As soon as she set foot on the ground, she smelled the aroma of wine in the room.

After closing the window, she turned around and saw a blurry shadow blocked by the screen.

She stopped in surprise and instantly clenched the sword in her hand.

I originally thought that no one would enter this dark palace, but I didn't expect that there was a drunkard sitting in the hall.

Based on Miss Xia's experience, it would take at least ten days or half a month for the aroma of wine in this room to accumulate.

The wine jars scattered all over the ground just proved her guess.

The corner of the green clothes formed a small arc in the air. Xia Fuyi approached the screen silently. The figure shrouded in the blurred moonlight became clearer and clearer in her sight.

First, there is a pair of thin fingertips holding the wine jar in a very nonchalant manner.

Then there was the long black hair soaked in moonlight, spread on the dark red wide-sleeved robe, looking as beautiful as silk.

Finally, there was his profile shrouded in moonlight. The lines from forehead to chin were so graceful that it was heart-breaking. The moonlight slid from his jaw to his slender neck and clear collarbone, and then reflected in Xia Fuyi's pupils, leaving behind a familiar outline that had been carefully depicted in countless dreams.

She suddenly stopped and stood in the shadow outside the moonlight.