Jiang Rao couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. One of them slid down her cheek like a broken thread and fell into Rong Ting's palm.

Joy broke through the sleepy look in her eyes, making them crystal clear.

Rong Ting's hand retracted.

I couldn't help but take a step back.

He remembered every word she had said to him.

When we were in Yecheng, she said that if her leg injury healed, she should be the first to be told.

Panic, helplessness, and all kinds of feelings I have never experienced before.

Seeing her cry today, I finally understood how she felt.

"Don't cry." He said in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Rao covered her eyes.

The eye sockets were wet.

"Wow, it's not easy."

“It’s not easy for me.”

"Wow, it's not easy for you."

Her palms were getting wetter and wetter.

She knew she would be sad to see him standing up, but she didn't expect it to be this sad.

I've seen how his legs were completely disabled and beyond any medical help.

At this age, when he is in the prime of his life, he should be handsome and stand out from the crowd, but he can only curl up in a wheelchair, living like a ghost.

Because of not walking for a long time, the muscles are weak and atrophied, the skin is wrinkled, and the tendons are terrible.

His temper became worse day by day, and he could not control his rage due to his physical disability.

As his temper worsened day by day, his disability became more serious.

More and more people are neither human nor ghost.

…

Jiang Rao grew up in a pampered environment and had never suffered any hardship. However, in the past six months, it seemed as if she had experienced all kinds of hardship.

When I went to seek medicine, I had to travel on the bumpy snowy road and was treated harshly by the miracle doctor. I did think about quitting.

But when he thought of Rong Ting sitting in a wheelchair, he silently took on the burden again.

After finally getting the medicine and prescription, I started to worry about when he would get better.

Every time she saw him sitting in a wheelchair, she always felt uncomfortable in her heart, although she didn't say it.

I was afraid that his body was too weak and he wouldn’t be able to recover to normal as the miracle doctor said.

Finally, finally I don't have to worry anymore.

…

Jiang Rao didn't know why she suddenly became a crybaby.

Maybe I had been suppressing my emotions for too long and my tears were totally out of control.

Rong Ting was anxious and at a loss. He held her cheeks and wiped away the tears on her face with his fingers, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

I was so anxious that I almost died.

"Year after year."

Only now did he realize how much he was afraid of her tears.

"Don't cry."

But she murmured indistinctly, "This dream of mine is so wonderful."

Rong Ting, who had already lifted his robe and was about to kneel, looked up in surprise.

She thought... she was dreaming?

“It’s not a dream.” Rong Ting said.

But Jiang Rao didn't listen to his words, "It must be a dream, otherwise how could you get better suddenly and not tell me."

Rong Ting: “…”

He admitted his mistake very quickly, "I was wrong."

Jiang Rao was crying instead.

There were creases between Rong Ting's brows.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "I'll kneel down for you, okay?"

…

A man’s knees should kneel to heaven, to earth, and to his parents.

He is unfilial and refuses to kneel before his parents.

Do not respect ghosts and gods, and do not kneel before heaven and earth.

She was the only one who could make him bend his knees.

Rong Ting lifted the corner of his robe and knelt down as he was told.

But when Jiang Rao saw his movements from the corner of her eye, she suddenly became angry and said, "You are not allowed to kneel!"

"Your leg has finally healed, so kneel down. What if your leg is seriously injured?"

Jiang Rao kicked the air twice. It was just a dream after all. Her stubborn temper that was hidden when she was awake was revealed. She grumbled and kept on mumbling, "No, no, no, no."

"Half of the credit for healing your leg is mine."

"Two legs, half of them are mine."

"Why are you so careless about my things?"

"It's my fault." Rong Ting lowered his head and said in an indulgent tone, "Everything I have is yours. I'll give you whatever I can."

But Jiang Rao was very difficult to please, and shook her head stubbornly, "No, I don't want more."

Her speech suddenly slowed down, as if she was thinking about something.

"Half of two is one, one... one is mine."

Rong Ting looked at her with such doting eyes that he was almost helpless.

The tenderness is boundless and deep like a pool.

"Okay, whatever you want."

He thought she spoke slower because she was tired of talking.

It turns out that I was doing the math in my head.

I don't know whether to say she is confused or clear-headed at the moment.

Suddenly, something soft grabbed my right leg.

He lowered his eyes and saw the little girl squatting beside his legs, her cheek against his right leg, as if she was holding a rare treasure, mumbling, "Mine."

She raised her hand and patted his right leg, her force was soft, and her eyes were just looking at her things, not at all distant.

She kept talking in a long-winded manner, "This leg of mine grew on your body, so you have to treat it well. Until it is completely healed, you can't kneel down, run, or jump. You can't do anything that will affect its recovery. I want to see you get better than anyone else."

The tone became quite domineering.

Rong Ting's heart skipped a beat.

He lowered his head and looked down at her swaying, fluffy hair.

The area behind his ears suddenly turned red.

cute.

She was so cute that he couldn't resist.

He suddenly clenched his fists and took a long breath, trying to dispel the heat in his body.

Going crazy.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound nearby.

Rong Ting has excellent hearing and can hear clearly.

His suspicious nature made his gaze suddenly turn cold. He looked up at the voice, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

If someone else saw her like this...

He was determined to poke that man's eyes out.

At the end of the sight, there is a gray sparrow.

The gray bird stood on a branch, bending its neck and grooming the feathers under its wings with its beak.

Perhaps it was because Rong Ting's gaze was too sharp, like a fox showing its cruel and ferocious face, the gray bird stopped preening its feathers, and as if it had noticed something, it jumped twice on the branch.

Rong Ting moved his fingers slightly, and suddenly remembered that there was no hidden weapon at his fingertips.

Before he picked up the stone, the gray bird fluttered and flew away.

The Yin-Yang Book of Life and Death in the underworld probably says that it is not destined to die today. The little gray bird flapped its wings and flew high, successfully saving its life.

Rong Ting's thoughts came to nothing and he tensed his fingers.

Jiang Rao had tears on her cheeks, looking like a pear blossom in the rain, and she was so pitiful that she held Rong Ting's thigh tightly and refused to let go.

Rong Ting bent down and pressed her sleeping point when she was not paying attention.

He picked her up, pulled a thin blanket from the wheelchair, spread it on the stone table, and then put her on the stone bench, letting her lie on the blanket to protect her cheeks from the cold.

He moved the wheelchair into the pavilion and sat down next to her.

He also lay on the stone table, tilted his head to look at her sleeping face, and turned up the corner of his inner sleeve.

The fabric there was soft and not prickly, and he wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit.

She actually cared more about his leg injury than he did.

A cool breeze blows through the pavilion.

Rong Ting's smile was gentle, his movements were delicate, and he showed great patience.

…

The maid who went to the kitchen to make strong tea came back to the small pavilion, but she paused.

Somewhat confused, he looked into the pavilion.

The Ninth Prince, holding a small fan in one hand, was blowing cool breeze for the girl who was sleeping on the blanket and driving away mosquitoes.

Behind me, there are beautiful flowers and lush greenery.

Rong Ting heard the little maid's movement, raised his eyes and looked over, and said in a calm voice: "Qingsheng, put down the tea."

When he looked at the little maid, there was no expression on his face. Even though her face was so pretty that it made people feel happy, she seemed even more unapproachable.

Like ice and snow, it can only be viewed from a distance.

The maid lowered her head and placed the teacup on the stone table under Rong Ting's indifferent gaze.

But she was careless for a moment, and the sound of the celadon hitting the stone surface became louder, which made Jiang Rao move her head in her sleep.

Rong Ting frowned, looking somewhat unhappy.

Jiang Rao, who was lying on the stone table, slowly raised her head, with a few red marks on her fair cheeks.

Rong Ting looked at her and asked gently, "Are you awake?"

He put the round fan in his hand back on the stone table.

Jiang Rao's face was a little hot from sleeping. She lowered her head to look at the carpet on the stone table. She realized something and picked up the round fan to cover her hot and red cheeks. She asked Rong Ting in a panic, "How long have you been here?"

Rong Ting told the truth, "It only took a stick of incense."

"I wasn't talking nonsense when I was dreaming just now, was I?"

Jiang Rao suddenly became very nervous, and stole glances at Rong Ting from behind her round fan with panicked eyes.

Rong Ting coughed, lowered his eyes, and revealed his thick eyelashes.

There was a firm tone in his voice as he said, "No."

In exchange, I feel a little guilty.

Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief.

The maid who brought the tea said at this time: "Miss, your makeup is a little light."

Jiang Rao looked at Rong Ting with inquiring eyes.

She fell asleep and didn't know what she had done. She could only rely on Rong Ting to see if he knew.

Rong Ting followed up on her talk about dreaming and explained, "You had a dream just now... In the dream, you cried."

Jiang Rao blinked.

Her eyelids felt a little uncomfortable, and she thought it was because she had just woken up, but it turned out that she had really cried.

Unexpectedly, she cried in her dream and actually cried.

She was afraid that her makeup would be smudged, so it suddenly became a little messy. She used the small round fan in her hand to cover her face more tightly, and asked her maid nervously, "Does the makeup on my face look ugly now?"

The little maid didn't answer, but Rong Ting said first: "Not ugly."

The maid said behind Rong Ting: "It's just that the makeup on her cheeks is a little lighter. The girl has a good foundation, so it's not noticeable."

Jiang Rao felt relieved.

But seeing Rong Tinghuan sitting in a wheelchair, he felt a little sad.

I just dreamed that his leg injury has healed.

Most of her dreams were not about herself. Even if I dream about it, it feels like I am just watching from the sidelines, and I have no control over anything.

Even when I look at myself, it's like I'm looking at someone else.

But today's dream gave her a feeling that she could control it.

It's extremely real and gives you a strong sense of immersion.

Even in the dream she knew clearly that it was a dream, and she was bolder than in reality, acting recklessly and doing whatever she wanted. All the rules and etiquette I learned were thrown to the dogs, nothing is left, it's worse than being drunk and crazy.

Jiang Rao's face suddenly turned a little dark when he thought of how she in the dream was like a fool, hugging his thighs, patting them and shouting "Mine", without any dignity and reserve of a noble lady.

Converting numbers, half of two is one, so two legs only require one.

The Ninth Prince's precious leg was treated by her as a pork elbow from the vegetable market, and she took one on her own initiative.

She actually dared.

“…”

Jiang Rao covered her entire face with a small round fan, unable to bear the memories.

Even though it was a dream, she felt that she was almost disgraced by herself.

When the day comes when he really stands in front of her like in her dream, she will definitely not act as she did in her dream.

She wants to be a normal girl.

Jiang Rao thought sadly.

…

But when Yu Guangzhong saw what Rong Ting was wearing today, Jiang Rao suddenly frowned again.

Why are his clothes exactly the same as in my dream?

The scene seems to be similar.

Does this mean that this dream will happen soon?

Jiang Rao's mood suddenly became very good.

She didn't know if it was because she was looking up in the dream, or because he was really tall, but when he stood up he looked especially tall, and the shade he cast gave people the feeling that he completely covered them. He had broad shoulders, and looked taller and more handsome than she had imagined.

This dream would be a good one if I could kick her away.

Behind the small round fan, Jiang Rao's curved eyes turned into crescents when she smiled.

Rong Ting noticed that she was staring at his legs, and his fingers tightened slightly.

Subconsciously I wanted to admit my mistake.

It would have been better if he had really knelt down just now. Maybe he would have felt better.

The maid poured a cup of tea for Jiang Rao and Rong Ting respectively.

Afterwards, he stood beside Jiang Rao, tidied up her messy hair that had stuck to her forehead because she was asleep, and asked, "What did you dream about just now? Why are you crying?"

Jiang Rao answered perfunctorily, "Nothing. I just cried while hugging a pork elbow in my dream."

Rong Ting had just taken a sip of the strong tea when he suddenly started coughing violently.

Qingjun's face turned abnormally red.

This caused Jiang Rao to look sideways, "What's wrong with you?"