The noise outside died down with the sound of the door closing. Dota just sat by the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping person.
This face had appeared in his dreams thousands of times.
Now it was right here before his eyes, quiet and beautiful.
Ruyu's face had a flush from drinking, and it had not changed much from more than ten years ago, except that it was more charming and mature.
"Later..." His voice was a little hoarse as he continued the unfinished topic.
"Later, on that mountain, when I thought I was going to die, you appeared..."
He had many moments of near-death, but no one ever came to save him. He saved himself thousands of times.
At that time, when he really wanted to die, someone appeared in the blur and gave him a sense of warmth.
At that time, he thought that he did not go to hell after death, but met the gods in heaven.
But he didn't die, he came back to life.
He thought that it must be another joke played by God on him. She approached him, either with ulterior motives or with ill intentions.
But no, nothing.
She smiled at him, gave him a name, watched the sea of clouds with him, and even praised him when he picked a fruit...
It was then that he realized that there really were such people in this world, and it was wonderful to have such people standing there.
She even asked him if he wanted to leave with her and return to the palace with her.
Return to the palace? When he heard this word, he instinctively ran away.
He thought she had finally revealed her true colors, only to lead him back to the abyss that had swallowed him.
That’s right.
By the time he realized that it was another "palace", she had already been taken away by the people from the palace.
They even missed saying goodbye.
Dota stood up and took something out from a hidden box in the room.
It's a picture scroll.
He slowly opened it, finally revealing the appearance of the painting.
The person in the painting looks exactly like the person lying on the bed and falling asleep.
She was wearing a red dress, dancing under the moon in the mountains. The moonlight and pure white pear blossoms fell on her, she was so beautiful that it seemed as if she would fly away on the moon in the next moment.
His hands showed his talent for painting since he was a child, but no one ever paid attention to it.
She was the first to notice the few strokes he had casually drawn with burnt charcoal and praised him as the best painter she had ever met.
He drew for her the "mother" in her memory. When listening to her talk about the trivialities of mother and daughter, he also imagined what it would be like if his mother were still alive.
He painted the landscapes they had seen together, and for the first time he discovered the vastness of the world, that it was not just a giant beast that could devour him.
Later, when he saw her dancing in the mountains, his usually numb heart finally felt the excitement.
At that moment and countless times after that when he saw the painting, his heart beat with hers.
How could he not be crazy?
In this world, he doesn't care whether he seeks revenge or not, whether he wants the throne or not, or who lives and who dies.
He lay dormant for ten years and took the throne in the sea of blood just to get the qualification to see her again.
She didn't know how much turmoil was stirred in his heart when he met her again as Helian.
Just standing there, doing nothing, was enough to make him lose his mind.
During the time he was in the capital of Dacheng, he restrained himself day and night.
He broke her carriage shaft just to ride in the same carriage with her.
He followed her to her mother's palace, just to put on her the cloak made of the game he had hunted with his own hands.
He managed to make the maid fall, just to hug her briefly.
He missed her so much.
He wished he could be with her all the time.
But when he sneaked into the princess's mansion like a thief and met Huo Yan beside her, he was jealous to the point of going crazy.
So even if it meant sacrificing the Helian family, even if he knew that she had someone in her heart, even if he knew that she would hate him, he had to achieve his goal.
When he learned about what Wei Shaoqing, her consort, had done to her in the past ten years, he only hated himself for being too weak.
If I had agreed to go back to the palace with her at that time, even if it was just to be a secret guard beside her, would it have been different?
So he did not hesitate to kill all of Concubine Shu's men to snatch Wei Shaoqing back, and tortured him day and night to make him live a life worse than death.
He didn't want to lose another chance, so he brought her with him.
Right here, as long as he could see her every day, he would feel at ease.
Just like now, sleeping peacefully in front of him, that's all.
Dota hung the painting on the head of the bed. The person on the bed moaned softly and grabbed his hand.
He lowered his head, and the two of them were very close, their breaths intertwined.
Just a touch and he could kiss her.
Her red lips parted slightly as she uttered two words indistinctly.
His pupils dilated slightly, but when he heard what those two words were, he lowered his eyelids to hide the surging and then instantly calm emotions in his eyes.
She called out, "Ayan..."
But he took her hand instead, interlocked their fingers, held them tightly together, and then gave her the long-awaited kiss.
Soft, moist, with a lingering aroma of wine.
It was just a light kiss, but it almost made him unable to control himself, and he unconsciously used more force to hold her hand.
He stretched out his arms, took her into his embrace, and held her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his own flesh and blood.
He held her in his arms, slowly closed his eyes, and left only one sentence that disappeared into the endless night.
"It doesn't matter... I love you, that's enough..."
…
At three o'clock in the morning, a dark shadow appeared on the vast grassland.
He was not riding a horse, but was just approaching from a distance in a certain direction.
There is a bulge on the back.
According to intelligence, the defenses in this area are weakest after midnight, so he chose to come here at this time.
There was no moon tonight, which just made it easier for him to act.
As he walked, he used his night vision to observe. There were all kinds of horse hoof prints on the grassland, but when he entered the part close to the mountain, there were obviously fewer horse hoof prints.
Walking a little further in, you will see regular horseshoe prints.
He squatted down and touched it. The horse's hooves pressed very firmly, and it was obvious that the rider was intentionally controlling it.
The person behind him murmured quietly in his heart:
[Daddy, you can’t even see this thing!]
Huo Yan continued to move forward along the horseshoe prints, and sure enough, he touched some soft petals in several places.
I put it to my nose and sniffed it, it was a familiar smell.
He clenched his hands unconsciously and squatted in the grass, looking at the mountain in front of him.
It was dark at night and I could only vaguely see a black, abrupt object halfway up the mountain.
According to the news, there is a special house here, but I don’t know who built it.
Huo Yan stared at the huge black shadow for a long time, then he took Yuan Zhizhi and left first.
Zhaozhao, wait for me, I'll be there soon.
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