Or, she should tell him that she was incredibly resentful of his abrupt departure, because he hadn't written her a single letter in three years.
However, these words were never spoken.
Saint Chuli waited quietly for a moment, and seeing that Saint Chuhan still had no intention of speaking, he sighed softly and urged gently, "Alright, if you don't want to talk, that's fine. It's getting late, hurry up and go inside, get some rest."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Chuhan finally mustered the courage to slowly raise her head and look at Sheng Chuli.
Because they were so close, she could now clearly see the deep dark circles and bruises under his eyes.
"Remember to take a hot bath and get some rest when you get back. You've been traveling for so many days straight, you must be exhausted," Sheng Chuhan said softly, her voice full of concern.
Saint Chuli paused for a moment, then smiled warmly.
He reached out and gently stroked the top of Sheng Chuhan's head, as if comforting a child.
"Okay, I understand. My sister really cares about me the most. Go on in, I'll take care of myself." Saint Chuli said with a smile, a flash of joy in his eyes.
Sheng Chuhan nodded, and under his gaze, turned and slowly walked into the palace gate.
Saint Chuli stood still, his eyes fixed on Saint Chuhan's receding figure.
He only came to his senses and took a deep breath as the palace gates slowly closed.
Three years have passed, and she seems to have changed a lot.
Yes, time flies, and who can stay the same forever?
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