It was no longer a completely unfamiliar voice, but the most familiar voice that lingered in An Yuan'er's heart during midnight dreams.
That tacit understanding and secret known only to them.
The grass on the plain grows lush and green.
In an instant, An Yuan'er's eyes welled up with tears.
It wasn't that An Yuan'er hadn't connected the two people before, but she had waited too long and dared not hope for more, so she was being cautious, afraid of being disappointed again and again.
But this time, Nan Xiubai stood right in front of him.
No, he is not Nan Xiubai, but An Yuan'er's Yi Chenli.
More than four years had passed, a year earlier than the agreed-upon time. She no longer wanted to be separated from him.
She never wanted to experience the pain of separation by death again.
An Yuan'er loosened her embrace and carefully examined the person in front of her. He was a head taller than her, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long, straight legs. He exuded a healthy aura. Who would have thought that he was the person who had died once, the crippled sixth prince?
The tears in her eyes scattered in the wind, and the girl's voice trembled slightly: "Your poison, your leg..."
Yi Chenli sighed, "With you waiting for me, I dare not be unwell."
During the treatment, he teetered on the brink of suffocation several times, and what kept Yi Chenli alive was the little person in front of him.
She was so beautiful, so kind, so gentle, and loved him so much... What would she do if he left like this?
Yi Chenli owes the girl a proper wedding, and he also owes her deep love, a love that has yet to be reciprocated.
Before, he dared not, he could not. But now, even though he was no longer the sixth prince, he was determined to marry the girl before him and make her belong only to him.
The festivities of the banquet continued, but An Yuan'er said somewhat willfully, "I don't want to go back. Shall we sneak away?"
Yi Chenli was the most rational of them all. He and she should have been the main characters at today's banquet, having just been betrothed, a union representing the alliance between the two countries. It seemed that no matter the reason, they couldn't leave early.
But Yi Chenli only wanted to indulge the girl's whims.
He gently stroked the girl's head, spoiling her, "I'll do whatever you say."
The night was alluring. Yi Chenli led the girl away from the palace walls that had imprisoned the Sixth Prince for half his life, yet had also bestowed upon him the greatest warmth and compassion in the world.
Her heart pounded like a wild horse, galloping outwards, breaking free from the constraints of the palace walls. The girl chattered incessantly: "What if no one can find us? Is it bad to leave like this? Where are we going?"
Without hesitation, Yi Chenli spoke his mind: "It's not good to sneak out. But if you're happy, then nothing is bad."
"Go to my place?"
"Where are you?" An Yuan'er lowered her head, her cheeks flushed red.
Several years have passed, and time has softened the sharp edges of the young man. He seems to be much different from before. The words he speaks unintentionally, seemingly ordinary, are like whispered sweet nothings.
An Yuan'er recalled the ambiguous and passionate night in the bamboo house in the woods. It was originally planned that he would meet her again at the banquet, but he missed her too much, and he ended up being a little thief who stole her fragrance. He went to see her secretly, was discovered, and then sneaked away.
An Yuan'er placed her hand on her burning cheek, trying to cool it down. The girl said shyly, "Okay! Wherever Ali goes, Yuan'er will go too."
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