He abandoned his usual roguish manner, his deep gaze following Ling Shuang back and forth, his heart suddenly filled with dark clouds and a feeling of unease.
Seeing that Ling Ran remained silent despite her repeated calls, Ling Shuang lowered her head in disappointment.
"Ling Ran, are you annoyed with me?"
A hint of heartache and sadness flashed in Ling Ran's eyes. Her lips moved slightly, but she ultimately remained silent.
She suddenly looked at him and laughed, her eyes sparkling and slightly red-rimmed: "Fortunately, this princess is about to be married off to a distant place, and from then on, no one will bother you anymore!"
Her smile was so radiant, but his heart felt like it was being struck by lightning, shrouded in dark clouds, or as if it had been sliced apart with a knife, the pain so intense he could hardly breathe.
Ling Shuang turned to leave when suddenly her waist tightened and a familiar scent brushed against her ear.
His chest was so broad that it fascinated her.
A deep, husky voice said, "Princess, I wish you happiness!"
"Snap!"
A single, glistening tear silently slid down onto the snow.
She forced a smile and said, "Yes...yes!" Her voice was choked with emotion.
"Fool, how could I be happy without you!"
Winter nights come early and dark, with gusts of cold wind. I had an incredibly long dream in which I became a woman with a full head of silver hair, lifelessly slumped among a field of fiery red spider lilies, blood streaming from the corners of her eyes. I was so frightened that I opened my eyes!
"Little wildcat!" A deep, magnetic voice rang out.
Startled, I jumped off the bed without even putting on my shoes, my eyes anxiously searching for that familiar figure: "Ye Lisheng, is that you?"
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