Qinghan, is it him?

I slowly walked up to him and looked at him. He seemed to be unconscious. He just sat there, but he seemed to feel very uncomfortable. He kept pulling the collar with his hands. After a while, a few buttons were pulled apart by him, revealing a large piece of neck that was a little red.

The smell of alcohol came from him.

Moreover, he seemed to have drunk a lot, and his body felt a troublesome atmosphere of anxiety and wishing he could fight with someone.

I slowly squatted down in front of him and looked straight at his red face. Because of the dark light and the firelight in the distance, I looked darker, thinner and more haggard. I wonder if it was my illusion, but I felt so tired that my cheeks were slightly sunken, and there was a dizziness that could not be concealed at the corners of my eyes.

His brows were also tightly twisted, twisting into a knot, as if there was something inextricable in his heart.

After looking for a while, I finally raised my hand and reached it over, gently touched his forehead with my fingertips. When the cold fingertips touched his hot skin, it felt like there was a spark with a bang. My heart trembled, and the temperature that belonged to him spread to my heart in an instant with my fingertips.

My face seemed to be hot as well.

However, my hand did not retract because of this, but just continued to stay there, gently rubbing his eyebrows.

He seemed to have some feeling, and the anxious expression on his face slowly became calm, but there was a sense of confusion, as if he was a newborn baby, looking a little innocent and helpless. His dry lips muttered something, but his voice was so low that even the sound of the wind was overwhelming and he could not hear anything.

For a moment, I seemed to be unable to say anything and didn't want to do anything. I just had my fingertips dyed slightly hot from my eyebrows slowly slid down along his high nose bridge, and then gently stroked his cheeks.

He muttered twice, as if he felt something, and as if he didn't have the strength to open his eyes to see it. It was so soft in my palm, and he murmured: "Light..."

My heart beat, my fingertips trembled slightly, and I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Light...Full..."

“…”

"Light..."

Just when I was shocked and couldn't react at all, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those clear eyes were still very bright under the night sky, reflecting the firelight in the distance, flashing. I don’t know whether it was awake or blurry, but I kept looking at me, silently looking at me, as if I was trying hard to identify who I was.

I spoke, my voice trembling: "Qinghan..."

"..." He still looked at me, and for a while, he spoke, and the sound was as light as a gust of wind, passing by my ears-

"Light...Full..."

"It's me."

"Light..."

“…”

"Light..."

I just realized that although he was calling me, he seemed to have not seen me. The two words he was chanting repeatedly in his mouth were so long that it seemed like memories from a long time ago were out of reach. Only in such a dream that was half drunk and half awake could he have the opportunity to touch them.

I squatted in front of him and looked at him, feeling my eyes hurt by the distant fire, and a wetness surged up. At this time, he gently raised his hand and stroked my cheek.

At this moment, I shivered again.

His fingers were as hot as his breath, as if a flame was burning in the body in front of me, making me tremble.

And just as I was trembling, he suddenly woke up and looked at me with wide eyes: "Qing--Qingying?"

When I met his somewhat stunned eyes, I didn't know what to say for a moment, just looked at him: "..."

The next moment, he retracted his hand as if he was burned.

"It's you?!"

It seemed that the person who had just been drunk outside my tent and had been calling my name was another person. When he woke up, he was a little haggard and astonished. He hurriedly struggled to stand up from the ground. I was still squatting there. He looked at me condescendingly. This time, he seemed to be a little scared. He took a few steps back and turned around and left quickly.

I bit my lower lip and said in a deep voice: "You don't want to see me?"

He kept walking out without saying a word.

I still squatted there without raising my head, and just said slowly: "Since I don't want to see me, why bother to get drunk and come to me?"

"..." His steps stopped and stopped in front.

I slowly stood up, turned around, and saw that his broad shoulders were shaking in front of him. I walked behind him and said, "Or, you dare to come to see me only when you are drunk? You dare to touch me?"

"Drunk..."

He heard these two words and slowly turned around to look at me. His eyes were soaked in alcohol. At this moment, it was as dark as the night around him, so deep that it could not be broken. He looked at me, and a nearly cruel smile appeared on his face. After a while, he said word by word: "I have never been so awake..."

“…”

"Looking at myself soberly, sinking like this..."

My heart beat: "Qinghan--!"

"Enough!" He interrupted me all at once, his mouth still raised, as if he was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. He just looked at my thick bandage hand coldly: "If I really am not sober enough, then this - this is enough to make me awake."

I was stunned, and immediately understood what he meant when I came over, and hurriedly said, "Qinghan, this--"

"You don't need to explain." He looked at me coldly: "I don't want to listen."

“…”

“There is no need to listen again.”

“…”

After saying this, he glanced at me. His originally blushed cheeks returned to their past paleness and indifference. Only those eyes seemed to have something lingered in the smell of alcohol. Then, I saw him slowly lifting his hand.

The rough feeling left by the hand, just now, when he stroked my cheeks and touched my skin with thick calluses, seemed to be still on my cheeks, but this time, he did not. A nearly sarcastic smile appeared on his face, and he put down his hand.

He murmured, "I'm really drunk."

After saying this, he had turned around and left without looking back.

.

His back soon merged into the night.

I was still standing there, and the wind blowing from the grassland was the coldness of the dew and the roughness of the sand and dust. It blew over my face, and soon the wet and air drying on my face, leaving only a few traces of dryness.

But I still stood there, watching where he left.

The night was so deep that it seemed as if layers of thick, dark curtains were surrounding me. I couldn't even open it, nor could I see the light in front of me clearly, as if I was going to swallow someone.

I don’t know how long it took, the sound of the curtain being unveiled came from behind. Shui Xiu rubbed her eyes and muttered at the door: “Sir? Why didn’t I see you? Why didn’t you sleep well? Sir, sir?”

She walked around me, looked up and saw my face, and immediately said, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

I looked down at her: "Ah?"

She hurriedly reached out and almost hugged me, both anxious and distressed: "Your health is obviously very poor, how can you stand here to have a breath? What if you catch a cold?"

“…”

"Hurry, go back with me!"

“…”

I was a little bit tucked by her holding me back. I just walked past the wooden stake, and felt my feet soft and I fell down. Shui Xiu was so scared that she hurriedly hugged me: "Sir! Are you okay, sir?"

"I, I'm fine..."

I murmured, and the palm of my palm crossed the sand on the ground, which was a little painful. I was about to wipe off the sand and soil on my hands, but when I raised my hand, I suddenly froze.

“…!”

Shui Xiu looked at me from the side and was suddenly stunned, a little strange: "Sir."

“…”

"Sir? What's wrong with you?"

“…”

I didn't say anything, just stared at my palm blankly, suddenly stood up, fell down, and jumped up. But I saw me hurriedly walked into the tent and lit the candlestick, looked at the candlestick for a while, then walked out with the candlestick, stood at the door of the tent, and froze there as if my soul had been removed.

Shui Xiuyue became frightened. Looking at my slowly pale face, she was frightened and hurriedly held my sleeve and shouted: "Sir, sir! What's wrong with you?"

"..." I just felt my teeth kowtow. After a while, I slowly turned my head and suddenly stuffed the candlestick in my hand to her, turned around and walked out. Shui Xiu hurriedly said, "Sir, what are you going to do?"

I didn't answer her, and I didn't even have time to explain anything. I just waved my hands in the back. Shui Xiu knew that there must be my own reason for doing this, so she could only stand there with a candlestick with a look of worry.

.

There was only a bonfire far away in the entire camp, and several eunuchs watched it, and the rest were very dark.

I didn't hold the candlestick, but I still walked steadily in the camp, because the candlelight was burning in my heart - like burning my heart.

I have never been so anxious and scared, even more than ever before.

Just as I just walked to the edge of the camp, I saw a blurry figure in front of me from afar, just like Qinghan's back. As soon as I walked in, it seemed that he had heard my footsteps. He turned around, and in front of him, a figure flashed and disappeared immediately.

He stood there, his face fading away from alcohol, but he looked at me with a look of surprise, as if he didn't expect me to catch up with him, frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"

I walked up to him and looked in front of him. There was no tent on the other end, but it was the edge of the camp.

After passing the fence, the road to the mountain is already there.
Chapter completed!