In the imperial capital.
As the city begins to prosper, the streets and alleys are filled with pedestrians, and the sounds of shouting, hawking and bargaining are intertwined in a lively atmosphere.
Among the numerous human figures, there was a slender figure wandering aimlessly.
As dusk approached, the sky became darker, the sun set, and a few dark clouds appeared in the sky.
It's going to rain soon.
"Baoer, stop playing, it's time to go home..."
"Aunt Li, are you still busy?"
"I'm going home to collect my clothes..."
The people were running around, coming and going, and that wandering figure seemed particularly confused, without direction and without purpose.
Qin Ye looked straight ahead, looking at the unfamiliar faces.
Some of them went home, some looked after their children, and the couples were busy together. Each different family was so lively and warm. At this moment, she felt unprecedented loneliness.
In a strange world, alone.
My father doesn't love me, my mother doesn't love me, I have no brothers or sisters, no relatives or friends, and I don't even have anyone to talk to.
She doesn't fit in with this world.
It's raining.
Fine raindrops floated on my face with the wind, causing a slight pain and a little chill.
Watching the people returning home, she walked aimlessly in the rain until she came to an unknown street. She hugged her knees, sat on the steps, and watched the passers-by.
The feeling of loneliness came over me again.
I really want to go home.
I really want to go back to the 21st century.
Every day when she gets home from get off work, her mother will prepare a hot dinner, her father will sit on the sofa watching TV, her cat likes to gather around her feet, rubbing against her affectionately, meowing like a spoiled child, and that best friend will accompany her through thick and thin.
Thinking about the past scenes, my eyes couldn't help but become red.
I lay down silently with tears, my vision blurred.
She was the apple of her parents' eyes and had never been bullied. She was extremely talented and successful at a young age. She had already reached the top of the medical field in her early twenties, but she was bullied like that by an ancient man.
Force her, be mean to her, and wrongly accuse her without distinguishing right from wrong.
Is she so easy to bully?
Recalling the previous scene, an unknown fire surged in her chest. She was so angry that her breathing became rapid, her tears fell more and more violently, her teeth clenched, and her hands itched.
How could she just come out like this?
Before leaving, I should have slapped Zong Zhengchen hard.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
The more you think about it, the more you lose.
Just as he was getting angry, a neatly folded square brocade handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of him.
Qin Ye was stunned for a moment.
Looking up, I saw a large hand with distinct joints. Following the hand slowly upwards, I saw a face as gentle as the warm spring breeze.
The man was wearing a clean white robe, he had a slender figure and a gentle aura, especially his eyes, which were very beautiful, like stars, like spring water, like the bright sun, and warm.
It's him!
The man she had met in the palace during Prince Chen’s celebration banquet, the man who was bullied by the prince.
"How old are you? Why are you still crying?"
The man's voice was gentle, soft and pleasant like pearls falling on a jade plate.
"..." Qin Ye felt a little embarrassed.
When her vulnerable side was seen by others, she quickly raised her sleeves to cover her face and hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face. When she looked up again, she had regained her composure.
"Why are you here?" She said in a hoarse voice.
The man looked at her, took something out of his sleeve, clenched his fist and held it in front of her, asking like teasing a child:
"Guess what I have in my hand?"
Qin Ye was slightly stunned.
I couldn't figure out what he meant, but after thinking about it, I said, "Melon seeds?"
The man slowly spread out his palm.
In the beautiful palm, there was a small candy wrapped in pink paper.
He said, "The crying child gets candy. I give you the candy."
He touched her head, as gentle as the big brother next door. His eyes were like thousands of crushed stars, endlessly gentle, reflecting only her.