How could he be here?

I couldn't help but hold my breath and looked at the stranger who was once the most familiar. He closed his eyes and leaned against a bamboo. He didn't know how long he had stood there. The corners of his clothes were wet with night dew and the cold air was infiltrating, but he seemed to feel it at all, so he still stood quietly like this. The moonlight shone on his clearly contoured face, as if he had a light fluorescent light on him. His eyelashes were stained with dew, and he was slightly shining by the moonlight. Under his straight nose, his lips were pursed into a line, revealing a silent but depressed atmosphere.

What's wrong with him?

I have never seen such an expression on his face. In my memory, he never conceals his joys, sorrows, sorrows, and happiness. No matter how difficult life is, he has never looked like this, but now he looks so powerless.

Just looking at him like this, I felt that the handkerchief on my chest seemed to be hot again, making me shiver slightly.

Blood seemed to be rushing, inspiring the restlessness in my heart that never stopped-

I want to go over and see him!

But the next moment, the words he said to me in his ears seemed to ring again in his ears-

Lord Yue, my fire has long been extinguished...

I have forgotten...

When I think of this, although my heart is still beating, my chest is so painful.

He couldn't bear to hurt me, so he said he forgot, but maybe he didn't want to see me. He had hurt him like that, and if it were me, he wouldn't want to see someone who hurt me like this again.

I understand how helpless and uncomfortable it is to not want to see you but have to see you again.

Thinking of this, I bit my lower lip, turned around dimly, and prepared to leave.

But just as I was about to turn around, Liu Qinghan suddenly turned around and grabbed the thick green bamboo that he had just relied on.

I was stunned. Before I could react to what he was going to do, I saw his powerful arm move violently.

Crazy-

The bamboo was shaken by him, and the dew on the bamboo leaves suddenly dripped down like a pouring rain.

She drenched him all over.

What is he doing?

I opened my eyes wide in shock, and saw him tilting his head to face the cold water droplets, his cheeks, head, and shoulders were soaked in an instant. How cold should it be like this night? But he seemed to feel it at all. He bit his teeth hard, as if there was some unbearable pain, and shook it hard, and then...

More water droplets fell down, drizzling, wet all over his body.

I stood there, and I was stunned.

What is he doing?!

It was already early autumn and it was even colder at night. What was he going to do with cold dew like this?!

When I thought of this, I could no longer stand and hurriedly walked over: "Qing——"

When the word "light" was still at the tip of my tongue, I suddenly saw a petite figure slowly coming out from the corner of my eyes. I subconsciously stopped and watched the figure walk towards Liu Qinghan.

Under the moonlight, she was still wearing colorful clothes, like a butterfly.

Yes, Pei Yuanzhen.

As soon as I saw her, my throat immediately choked. The words I wanted to say were forgotten in an instant, and I just opened my eyes and looked at them.

Her voice was smiling, and it sounded softly in the night and the clear dew: "It's like this star that is not last night, for whom is the wind and dew standing in the middle of the night?"

When Liu Qinghan heard this, his broad shoulders trembled slightly, but he did not turn around immediately, but held the bamboo and gasped hard, as if he wanted to drive some emotion out of his body. After a while, he slowly turned around.

At this time, his expression had returned to normal, and he was even stained with cold dew. A strand of head fell down on his forehead, hanging down on his eyebrows, and a little crystal dew was placed on it, making his eyes look colder and brighter.

"I've seen the eldest princess."

"What is Mr. Qinghan doing?"

“…I laughed.”

Pei Yuanzhen looked at him with her head, smiled, and said nothing. When she walked to him, there was still some dew falling from the air, and a trace fell on my face, bringing a coolness. Pei Yuanzhen stretched out her hand, took a few drops of dew, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qinghan seems to like water very much. She is going out to find spring water in the morning, and comes here to collect dew in the evening."

“…”

"Is it because the water in Shu is good that you don't even look down on the water in the north?"

“…”

Liu Qinghan didn't speak, but just stood silently. Pei Yuanzhen turned around and looked at him with a smile: "Does Mr. Qinghan like to talk?"
Chapter completed!