His tears fell slowly.

Poignant and touching.

Chen Yan took a deep breath, "Nie Xun, I already have him, I can't..."

Nie Xun interrupted her unwillingly, "Your Highness, I should have been your imperial husband."

Seeing that Chen Yan didn't say anything, Nie Xun said again: "Your Highness, I only want to be your royal husband."

I don't want to be your enemy.

Suddenly, Chen Yan's heart began to ache and her face turned pale.

——Something happened to Feng Xingyao!

"Nie Xun, let's talk about this later!" Chen Yan said anxiously, turning around to leave before she finished her words. At this moment, her mind was filled with how to forcibly sacrifice her heart blood to use the power of time and space to break through the domain of the nameless god!

Before she could take a step, she suddenly felt her skirt being pulled tightly by a force.

Looking down, she saw Nie Xun kneeling on the ground, holding her skirt tightly with his slender jade-like fingers.

"Your Highness, don't go!" Nie Xun's voice was full of pleading, like a child lost in the darkness, trying hard to grasp the last ray of hope.

At this moment, he had lost all his usual graceful demeanor; he looked both tragic and utterly utterly miserable. Glistening tears streamed down his beautiful face, dripping onto the hem of Shen Yan's skirt like broken hearts.

Chen Yan turned her head.

When their eyes met, she saw the deep pleading and despair in his eyes, an emotion that could make one's heart tremble.

Just at this moment, Chen Yan suddenly felt a more intense pain in her heart, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing her at the same time, causing her to break out in cold sweat.

Deep in her heart, she felt an extreme sense of unease, as if something extremely important was drifting away from her.

Feng Xingyao...

Chen Yan's heart sank little by little, making her feel cold all over.

She glanced at him, pulled her skirt back little by little, and said, "Nie Xun, it's impossible for us."