After standing there for a while, watching the sky gradually darken, Xiao Nanhui finally groped his way to the base of a wall.
There was a slightly concave and chipped brick on the courtyard wall. When she was still short, she used this brick to climb over the wall and return to the courtyard.
After the familiar ups and downs, she stepped into the yard.
The yard was empty, with no one in it.
She had thought about why that person had to take her to Jingbo Tower, why he had to set up a shelter in Wangchen Tower, and why Jixiang was not sent back to the mansion but was entrusted to the Heiyu Camp.
In fact, she had already guessed what had happened in the Marquis' Mansion.
But this time, she did not cry or break down, but walked calmly into the darkness that was so familiar to her that she did not need a lamp and could not take a wrong step.
I don’t know how long it took, but the moon was high in the sky and the crickets in the grass began to chirp.
A figure passed through the middle of the mansion gate and headed straight for the backyard.
She parted the messy branches that no one had trimmed, walked around the abandoned lake stones and rockery, and sat under the old flowering vine. Her whole body seemed to blend into the shadows, and her outline was vague and unclear.
"Xiao Nanhui."
She heard the sound, stood up and turned around, and saw the man walking quickly through the moon gate in the backyard.
The mottled moonlight between the trees shone on him and then quickly disappeared.
She had never known before that the distance between the backyard gate and the old vine tree was so close, so close that he was in front of her in just a moment.
The fragrance of the old vine tree's flowers could not cover up the cool smell on his body. His rapid breathing was right in front of her, and the disturbed air tickled her ears.
Then he hugged her tightly.
"Why are you here?"
She raised her chin with difficulty in his arms and raised the linen belt in her right hand.
"Just came back to sample something."
He finally let her go slowly, but he didn't say anything, just stood in the shadows.
She couldn't see what kind of clothes he was wearing tonight, but she could see his eyes clearly and knew that his gaze was on her face.
"What is your majesty thinking about?"
What is he thinking about?
As she was being put into the carriage on a rainy night, he wondered: Will she never wake up?
When she was standing by the railing of Jingbo Tower, he was thinking: Is she going to jump down?
When she said she wanted to go out for a walk, he wondered: Is she going to leave this city?
He was thinking that she was going to leave him.
Just like when his mother left him.
His heart began to beat strangely again. He remembered the question his mother had asked him many years ago, and he could no longer give the same firm answer.
"Will you leave me?"
His voice was very soft, almost quieter than the chirping of insects and the fluttering of their wings around him.
Will you leave me.
She thought this was a question she would often ask. Every time she made a friend, gained a little family affection, or developed a little attachment, she would want to ask this question.
She was born alone, and she always thought that it was impossible for a lonely person to give warmth and companionship to another lonely person.
But at this moment, she was willing to treat the person asking the question as herself, and was willing to give this question an eternal answer.
"I won't leave you." She raised her hand and patted his back gently, as if she was speaking to him, or to herself, "No matter what happens, I won't leave you."
For the past half of her life, she has been looking for someone to rely on.
But she never thought that one day she would become another person's support.
He hugged her again, this time even harder and longer than before, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.
"Xiao Nanhui, you must never leave me in this life, and I will never leave you."
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