Rong Ting frowned habitually, but then slowly relaxed his brows. He thought of something, and the anxiety he had just felt gradually subsided.

If it hadn't been those kids, could it have been her?

She promised him she would come to him.

He closed the medical book, controlled the wheelchair with both hands and walked out, but because he was a little anxious, his movements were not as slow and steady as usual, and the wheels hit the door sill.

Jiang Rao knocked on the door, but he didn't come to open the door for her for a long time. Thinking that he had difficulty walking, she was not in a hurry and waited with all her patience.

At this moment, she thought that it would be nice to know his name, but she remembered that in the dream he did not allow her to know his identity at all. Perhaps his background was a taboo for him, and she did not want to bring it up at this time to upset him.

She waited patiently, but unexpectedly, she heard a bang from inside.

Like someone fell down.

Although there was a door between them, Jiang Rao seemed to see Rong Ting lying on his back in the yard.

Because she couldn't see, she imagined the scene in her head to be so tragic, and she was anxious to push the door open. At this moment, the door opened.

Without the door's strength to hold her, she missed and stumbled. Rong Ting held her up and she finally stood firm. Her eyelashes trembled as she looked at Rong Ting, "Are you okay?"

As soon as I spoke, I realized that I was very close to him, with my hands pressed on his chest.

Jiang Rao had never been so close to a boy face to face. She could even feel his heartbeat under her palm and hurriedly moved her hand away.

She pulled her entire arm out of Rong Ting's hand and took a step back. "Are you okay? I just heard you fall."

The slender thing that was held between his fingers escaped, Rong Ting's eyes dimmed inadvertently, his finger bones curled slightly, and his palm felt empty.

"It's okay." He took his hand back and said calmly, "I'm used to it."

Used to it?

Does that mean he really fell down?

Did you change it more than once?

Jiang Rao frowned deeply.

The leg was clearly on his body, but there was no sign of pain in his expression. On the contrary, her face was full of heartache.

She ran behind him and pushed the wheelchair, "Don't move by yourself, I'll push you in."

"Um."

After entering the room, Jiang Rao squatted in front of him, raised her eyes, and looked at him with concern, "You just fell, are you hurt?"

Rong Ting shook his head.

The young man in front of her had an even gloomier expression than the small figure hiding behind the tree in her dream, as if he had lost all hope. The two figures seemed to overlap, and Jiang Rao felt even more bitter in her heart.

No one would listen if I screamed in pain, so I learned to endure it.

She held the candy in her arms in front of him and said, "I'll bring you some candy."

Pieces of milky white maltose are sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar. The candy is soft and when you take it out, a cool sweetness permeates the air.

"It's very sweet." Jiang Rao said.

However, Rong Ting narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding a look of disgust.

He doesn't like sweet things.

When I was a child, I was so hungry that I looked for something to eat all over the house. But I was tempted by a sweet smell and accidentally found a few square cakes sprinkled with icing sugar at the foot of the wall.

The square cake was already cold, but for a child who had been hungry for several days, it was still an irresistible temptation.

But there was rat poison in the square cake.

If he hadn't seen a pile of dead bugs nearby before biting it, which made him suspicious, he would have died long ago.

Later, I overheard the nanny talking and learned that the Queen had placed the square cakes there intentionally, as if she was going to poison the rat to death, but she had starved the rat for a few days and then placed the square cakes filled with rat poison to lure him out.

If he really ate it, he would die of the poison within an hour.

After he died, people would say that the child died because he was greedy and accidentally ate the cake that had been poisoned with rats. If the queen shed a few hypocritical tears, everyone would pity her for the loss of her adopted son. And he was just a fool who was so dumb that he couldn't even tell the difference between snacks for humans and snacks for mice.

From then on, he understood a truth: the truth, whether true or false, is controlled by those at the top of power. The rich and powerful are carefree and invulnerable, while the powerless are as worthless as that weak mouse.

Since then, I have developed a particular aversion to sweet tastes.

Seeing his cold and unwilling expression, Jiang Rao, although she didn't quite understand how anyone could resist sweets, stuffed the bag of candy into his arms and said, "Today is a festival here, called the Spring Festival. My maid told me that if I eat candy, I will be sweet all year long."

What Jiang Rao was thinking in her heart was that she had a younger brother, a father and a mother, and even if the next year would be full of ups and downs, at least she would have her family around her, unlike him, who was all alone and helpless, so it would be better for her to suffer less.

"I haven't eaten yet, you can have a piece first."

Rong Ting's expression changed to one of reluctance, but under her pleading gaze, he pinched a piece of candy in his palm.

The white frosting got on his fingertips, and he frowned even deeper and glanced at her.

Jiang Rao actually wanted to eat a little, but she looked at him and urged, "You eat it."

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the way she looked at him... was as if she was looking at a younger brother?

He was obviously older than her.

He swallowed the candy in one gulp, and suddenly felt a chill on his forehead.

When he raised his eyes, Jiang Rao withdrew her hand and smiled at him with a curved lip.

The smile was particularly beautiful, but it was as if he had done something wrong, so his eyes were narrowed and there was a hint of flattery in his smile.

Rong Ting raised his finger to touch his forehead, and she quickly stopped him, "Don't!"

Jiang Rao stopped Rong Ting from destroying the cinnabar seal on his forehead.

She was concerned about his nature of not liking people to get close to her, so she didn't dare to ask him directly if she could order. She was afraid that if she asked first and then ordered, even if he agreed, her hands would probably tremble as she stared into his eyes.

So I took the courage to act first and report later, taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and lighting the fire quickly, giving him a good death and giving myself a good death as well.

The movements were timid and fast.

Jiang Rao glanced at him again.

The red color suits him very well. His delicate facial features are embellished by the red dot on his forehead, which instantly makes his already beautiful eyebrows and eyes look even more gorgeous to the point of being a disaster. He is as beautiful as a painting, and has an unruly nature that cannot be matched by others.

But his skin was pale and cold, his eyes were dark and narrow, and even though he was extremely handsome, his temperament was full of coldness and an unapproachable sense of distance.

It's amazing how good people can be.

No wonder her mother, who only cared about appearance, asked her every day why she didn't invite him to her house every day.

Such a beauty, even if she doesn't speak, is pleasing to the eyes just by standing there, and is more beautiful than flowers.

The beauty coughed slightly.

Jiang Rao came back to her senses and lowered her head embarrassedly.

It has finally come to the stage of acting first and reporting later.

"I just put a dot of cinnabar in the center of your forehead."

"This is a festival custom." She spoke slowly, feeling timid in her heart. Her palms were sweaty. She stretched out her fingertips and touched the cinnabar on her forehead, explaining, "Putting cinnabar on the center of the forehead can ward off evil and bring peace."

She said, "I heard from the maid that at the lantern festival at night, you can buy a Kongming lantern, write your wish on it, and release it into the sky. If God sees your wish, he will help you realize it."

She looked very energetic when she spoke, and when she said the word "realize", she smiled sweetly as if she really saw her wish come true, and her small dimples were faintly visible.

She actually

Then exchange these letters.

It was hard to tell whether the expression in Rong Ting's eyes was envy or self-mockery.

He doesn't believe it.

When he was very young, he bowed his head and prayed to God when he was hungry or locked in a small dark room.

However, the gods never heard his voice.

Jiang Rao finished speaking slowly, then looked up at him and said, "I'll take you to light lanterns tonight, okay?"

She said seriously under his slightly cold eyes: "I want to pray for your safety."

She wanted to give the child hiding behind the tree everything he had envied and longed for.

Sweet candy, cinnabar, sky lanterns, everything that others have, he also wants to have.

Rong Ting's fingers, which were holding the bag of caramel, slightly tensed.

During these fourteen years, all the festivals and excitement belonged to others.

In the past fourteen years, no one has ever truly wished him peace and happiness.

He spoke, but for some reason, his throat felt dry and his voice was hoarse, "Okay."

…

The dungeon was as damp and cold as a sewer.

Wang Zhou hadn't slept for several nights. There were bloodshot in the whites of his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot to a terrifying degree.

He kept thinking about what to say in the court tomorrow to minimize his guilt.

It would be better to put all the blame on Queen Jiahe.

But that is the only mother in the country...

Wang Zhou gritted his teeth, his heart was filled with anger, even if she was the only mother in the country and he couldn't afford to offend her, there was nothing he could do. If he didn't throw the dirty water on her, he would be the one to be beaten and exiled!

Suddenly a small cluster of light appeared and then quickly went out.

There seemed to be a swaying figure in the darkness.

Wang Zhou heard two lines of hurried footsteps.

The footsteps were light, echoing in the empty dungeon and making his scalp tingle.

At this moment, a cold, deliberately low voice came into his ear, saying sinisterly, "You must be Wang Zhou."

Wang Zhou felt as if a chill ran through his body. He turned his head to look towards the source of the sound, and his expression suddenly became filled with fear.