Chapter 32 Song Huai cannot marry His Highness

That night, Chen Qianzhao had a dream, dreaming back to his previous life...

"I like you, don't you know?" Outside the palace, Chen Qianzhao, dressed in a palace maid, pulled Song Huai's sleeve holding a knife, with stubbornness on his face.

Song Huai's face was cold, his arm holding the knife was tightened unconsciously, and he deliberately lowered his voice, "I don't know, Your Highness is still asking you to go back to the palace."

Chen Qianzhao bit his lower lip, "Then you know now."

Song Huaimo.

Chen Qianzhao took off a dark blue purse from her waist. It was embroidered by her own hands, with double-sided embroidery. The outside was a bamboo pattern. When she opened it, the other side was embroidered by Song Huai and her own name.

Huai and Zhao each take one word.

This is the little thought of a girl who has just opened her love.

She blushed on her cheeks and handed the purse to Song Huai, "I heard Chengfeng say that your birthday is coming soon, and I don't know what day it is, so I thought, it would be better to give it to you earlier..."

Song Huai started to work hard, but he just didn't go to take it.

He knew very well that once he answered, he would not turn around.

He didn't, nor did the little prince who had just opened his love in front of him.

Chen Qianzhao's hand, holding the purse, stopped in the air. She didn't take it back, and Song Huai refused to accept it.

Song Huai's refusal was already very obvious, and Chen Qianzhao could not see it.

But when she thought of Song Huai's care and gentleness before, those gentle words, and those actions that were obviously pampering people... were they all fake?

"Do you really don't like me at all?" Chen Qianzhao asked with difficulty.

Her eyes stared at the person in front of her, but Song Huai in front of her was like many times, just kept silent, and did not answer or deny, and would not respond.

Chen Qianzhao, who had been waiting for a long time but had not yet waited for the answer, turned red. She raised her head and suppressed the sourness of her eyes, "So, why should I be so kind to me and care so much..."

Since I don’t like me, why do I coax me when I’m injured, why do I take care of me when I’m sick and feed me medicine, why do I coax me to hug me when I’m sad...

If you really don't like it, why do you do that, why do you make me fall in love with you...

Chen Qianzhao stared at Song Huai with his red eyes, as if he wanted to get an explanation and an answer from him.

Song Huai looked at Chen Qianzhao in front of him, his red eyes and his stubbornness seemed to be about to disappear at any time. He clenched his hands, and all the things in his mind were all the arrangements he had made when his master left Beijing that day.

Song Huai took a deep breath in secret, "Your Highness is Your Highness."

The implication is that he should do all of them.

Chen Qianzhao couldn't help it, his heart was filled with sourness, and a feeling of pain occupied his entire heart. He almost yelled out in his crying voice, "But you, Song Huai, is just Song Huai!"

As Song Huai, you have no need to do those things.

"Because it is Song Huai, I can't marry Your Highness." Song Huai's thin lips opened lightly, and the cold and thin words slowly revealed from his lips and teeth.

Chen Qianzhao's hot tears overflowed from his eyes, slowly slid from the corners of his eyes, and hit Song Huai's heart hard.

He pressed down his hand that he wanted to stretch out, and hugged the sword tightly, for fear that he would not be able to bear it, so he stretched out his hand as before.

Looking at Song Huai who was calm and without any emotional change, Chen Qianzhao felt unwilling to accept it. She took a step forward, grabbed Song Huai's collar with both hands, tiptoed and leaned over...

It doesn't matter, she can take the initiative and walk towards Song Huai, even if Song Huai is just standing there.

Chen Qianzhao raised his head and wanted to kiss Song Huai. Her movements were a little awkward. Even though she had to plucked up her courage, she was more shy than courage, and she moved slowly when she got closer.

But just as she was about to put it on, Song Huai turned his face away and took a step back.

Chen Qianzhao froze in place, and tears hit Song Huai on the back of Shen Qianzhao's hand.

Suddenly, the warmth of the tears burned Song Huai.
Chapter completed!