She was the woman who suddenly rushed out on the day of Jiang Can and Huo Zhixing's wedding, the woman who stabbed her wrist hard with a fork!
Sang Qing pushed herself back with all her might, her back hitting the wall, and a cold sensation instantly spread throughout her body.
“Sigh…” Herlin Yue’s voice was hoarse.
Sang Qing was at a loss, looking at her with a face full of fear. He Linyue stared at her blankly for a while, then suddenly got up, grabbed a blanket, and staggered towards her.
"Ah, don't come any closer!" Sang Qing shouted, instinctively covering her head with her hands and closing her eyes.
Helin Yue seemed not to hear, and simply draped the blanket over her and placed it behind her back.
Sang Qing trembled all over, her mind blank.
After a long while, she heard a voice, as if coming from the horizon: "It's not cold anymore...it's not cold anymore..."
Sang Qing was stunned.
She slowly raised her head, and the woman's pale yet delicate face came into view, smiling slightly at her.
"It's not cold anymore, it's not cold anymore..."
"Put this on, you won't be cold anymore..."
Sang Qing was a little confused. This woman was acting crazy the other day, but today she was showing concern for her, knowing that she would catch a cold if she leaned against the wall, and even gave her a blanket.
"Hello." She tried to communicate with the woman. "My name is Sang Qing. Are you... are you Princess Yue?"
Helin Yue smiled foolishly, her blank gaze fixed on her hair.
She pointed to her hair, then to her own, paused for a moment, and then suddenly laughed even harder.
"Hair, the same... hair!"
Sang Qing also laughed.
They both had the same chestnut-colored long hair, but Sang Qing's hair was shiny and lustrous, while He Lin Yue's hair was like a clump of dry grass, just like her slowly withering life.
"I heard you're the king's sister, so you must be a princess?" Sang Qing rolled her big eyes and looked around. "This palace is beautiful, but the colors are chilling."
"Do you really like white?" Sang Qing chuckled. "What a coincidence, I do too! But I used to always wear Gypsy long dresses, and their clothes are all very brightly colored, so I never had the chance to wear white."
He Linyue listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion, but her eyes suddenly lit up when she heard the last sentence.
"Wear white?" Helin Yue thought for a moment, grinned, and suddenly stood up.
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