Chapter 445, Loneliness and Helplessness

Yan Xiurong took a step back suddenly.

She was born with fair and smooth skin, and now her face was red. She managed to say, "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Xia Qianhui lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong. "This handkerchief was picked up from your room by Qi Bo and used to gag me. I found it after I went back. I thought you must be looking for it, so I brought it to you."

"Just now, there was something on your face, and your handkerchief happened to be useful, so I..."

Xia Qianhui's heart was pounding, "I'm sorry, to make amends, I helped you deal with this pheasant, okay?"

Yan Xiurong took the handkerchief and indeed saw a small hair on it.

It was completely different from the embroidery that was trampled that day.

The handkerchief was clean and had a hint of fragrance.

Presumably, he had taken it home and washed it carefully.

She didn't need to bother Xia Qianhui, but the pheasant that had been boiled in boiling water was extremely hot.

In the end, Xia Qianhui, who had mastered the cooking skills, silently lowered his head to help her prepare the pheasant.

She stewed the mushrooms and pheasant, and then started to stir-fry.

Her movements were clumsy, and she was frightened by the flames on the skewers several times.

Xia Qianhui wanted to help, but was stopped by her. She smiled and said, "My father rarely comes here, and I want to prepare it for him myself."

"Haven't you cooked for him before?" Xia Qianhui couldn't help but feel curious. Seeing that the water in the water tank was empty, he took the initiative to pick up the bucket and fetch water from the well.

"I did, but he only ate it once. After that, whenever I said I would cook for him, he wouldn't come."

Yan Xiurong's eyes were full of disappointment. wωω.ξìйgyuＴxt.иeＴIn

her life, she only had her father as a relative.

Although she was not his biological daughter, her father was still so good to her, and she was deeply moved because of that.

She tried her best to share her father's worries. She

just hoped that her father could be happier.

Speaking of cooking for her father, she still felt a little disappointed.

But it doesn't matter, this is the last time.

Seeing her in such a mood, Xia Qianhui didn't say he would help, but just fetched water to the best of his ability.

She was a weak woman, powerless, and fetching water must be very tiring.

The two of them were busy until the evening.

Yan Xiurong went to wash up and changed into a nice new dress, waiting for her father to come and have dinner with her.

In order to avoid suspicion, Xia Qianhui flew to the top of a tree nearby, stared at her, and smiled unconsciously.

He was actually a little reluctant to return the handkerchief.

The girl was waiting in front of the house.

After waiting for a while, she went to the front yard and looked forward to it.

Finally, she sat on the steps and looked outside for a long time.

The moon showed up, shining the quiet moonlight. Yan Xiurong got up disappointedly, took the dishes in the house back to the pot to heat them up, and lit the fire again to stew the pheasant soup.

She squatted by the stove to make a fire, the flames jumped on her face, and she couldn't hold back her grievances all of a sudden, and silently shed tears.

Abandoned children always feel insecure.

Daddy can give her a lot of money and love, but he is unwilling to eat a bite of the food she cooks.

Now, even this last reunion, a family meal, cannot be fulfilled.

She felt wronged and lost, and finally hugged her knees and cried in the corner.

Xia Qianhui frowned, he looked down at the mountain road from the top of the tree, but there was no trace of fire, it was very quiet, only the girl's suppressed sobbing could be heard vaguely.

The night in this mountain is so lonely and empty, and there are even countless dangers lurking.

Miss Yan has lived here for many years, how did she get through?

Maybe, she waited for Duke Yan to come, just because she wanted someone to accompany her, so that she would not feel so lonely at night.

But even this little wish could not be fulfilled.

Xia Qianhui felt distressed when he thought of this.

He jumped down from the treetop and handed the handkerchief to Yan Xiurong.

Yan Xiurong heard the footsteps and raised her head. Her eyes were misty with tears and she looked pitiful. She took the handkerchief and said, "Thank you."

"If you don't want to come, then don't come. There are many days to come. You don't have to cry."

I really want to wipe away all her tears so that she can't cry anymore.

It would be a pity to use such beautiful eyes to cry.

Yan Xiurong did not reply to him, but just lowered her head silently, feeling very lost.

Xia Qianhui sat on the firewood pile beside her. "When I first entered Phoenix Mountain, it was extremely dangerous. I almost died in the mouth of a wild beast. Later..."

"I entered the death camp. The people there were lifeless. Every time night fell, I would feel the biting cold and loneliness. I was very confused and always felt that I might be the only one left in the world."

The state he was talking about was the state that Yan Xiurong could not get out of.

"Then what?" Yan Xiurong looked at him. The man's profile was angular in the moonlight, and his eyes were looking into the distance.

"Then, in order to get rid of this lonely mood and not be afraid of the night in the mountains, I went to the top of the mountain to look at the stars late at night. I imagined that there were countless creatures living in the mountains under the twinkling stars and the moonlight, and my mood was not so lonely."

Her loneliness and fear came from being trapped here for a long time.

Unlike Xia Qianhui, she can still rely on her light skills to go to the top of the mountain to look at the stars.

"There are also fireflies and cicadas in summer, and the night is extremely beautiful. Miss Yan, I will take you to see them."

Only by perceiving these, she will not feel lonely and helpless.

Yan Xiurong was silent for a long time. She pushed the firewood in her hand into the stove and replied lightly, "Okay."

Xia Qianhui held a torch and took her to the top of the mountain.

He had been here many times before. It was very safe and there were no wild animals around.

Fireflies were flying on the grass, and the faint glow of the fireflies suddenly lit up her world.

She opened her arms and integrated herself into this world, and she didn't feel so uncomfortable.

She was too lonely.

Lonely to the point of numbness and indifference.

She was too eager to talk to people. Every time her father or Qi Bo came, she would be happy all day.

Now, there was finally a night when she no longer felt empty and afraid.

Xia Qianhui leaned against the tree and held the handkerchief in his hand tighter.

Seeing her crying just now, he went into the house and took out the handkerchief again. The cassia flowers embroidered on the handkerchief were still glowing.

Now, it was in his hand.

He would never give it back.

The corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously, Xia Qianhui looked up, and suddenly, his eyes were shocked, as if he saw something extraordinary. He

quickly stepped forward and pulled Yan Xiurong behind him.

Yan Xiurong's hair was a little messy, and her eyes widened.

He saw with his own eyes that a ball of black mist condensed from the air, and then fell on the grass, turning into a stunning young man in black clothes.

Ji Yan looked around in a daze, and slowly asked, "Is this Phoenix Mountain?"