The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Liu Yaoyao looked at Ling Chenyu's back as he rode his horse and whipped it, walking further and further away, tears streaming down her face like pearls from a broken string.

It hit the dusty path with a crackling sound, splashing up sad water droplets.

Although she changed her appearance, her enemies, whether Liu Jingshu or Ying Dao, could always recognize her.

However, the lover who had been with her day and night and treated her sincerely failed to recognize her twice in a row.

The dust was splashed by her tears, and every splash was like a silent cry from her heart, expressing her unwillingness and grievance.

Yueman turned her gaze away from the receding Ling Chenyu and met Liu Yaoyao, who was in tears.

Although it was silent, he could clearly hear the wailing and grief.

His heart suddenly ached and began beating erratically.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to wipe away those annoying tears and lend her his shoulder to lean on.

However, when his fingertips touched the crystal clear tears, they burned.

He quickly withdrew his finger.

Yes, he is just a guard. Even if the young lady is divorced, he is not worthy of standing by her side.

Yueman quickly adjusted his mentality and wanted to speak to comfort her, but when the words came to his lips, nothing came out.

In Liu Yaoyao's tearful eyes, the world seemed to be covered with a hazy filter, and even the dancing of the dust seemed so inhuman.

She didn't notice Yue Man's subtle and complex emotional changes.

I just felt as if I was abandoned by the whole world, as lonely as a star lost in the universe.

"These tears may have turned into spirits. They won't even let go of the dust, and they want to drag it down with them in their sorrow."

Liu Yaoyao thought with self-mockery, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but it was uglier than crying.

Seeing this, Yueman felt mixed emotions.

He secretly glanced at Liu Yaoyao. Her red and swollen eyes made him feel distressed, but he didn't dare to show it easily.

He cursed himself secretly: "Yue Man, Yue Man, aren't you usually quite talkative? Why do you become mute at the crucial moment?"

"Miss, it's getting late, should we find a place to rest first?"

Yueman finally managed to say this, her voice full of caution, for fear of touching Liu Yaoyao's sensitive nerve.

Hearing this, Liu Yaoyao looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

She sighed softly and said:

"Yes, it's getting late, it's time to find a place to rest.

However, when the moon is full, do you feel that sometimes the moon is lonely? It is high up in the sky, but it can only illuminate the way for others, and no one can understand your own thoughts. "

Yueman was stunned when he heard this, then laughed.

“Young lady, you have great literary talent, you can even see the loneliness of the moon.

However, although the moon is high, there are always people willing to look up at it and appreciate its beauty.

Just like you, miss, no matter where you are, there are always people like us who care about you and concern you. "

When Liu Yaoyao heard this, a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She turned her head and looked at Yueman. There seemed to be stars and the sea in those sincere eyes, making her feel unprecedented peace of mind.

She smiled and said, "Thank you, Yueman. It's great to have you around."

Upon hearing this, Yueman's face turned red and she quickly lowered her head, but her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

He secretly vowed that no matter what the future held, he would protect this gentle and strong lady.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, set out on a journey to find a place to stay.

The night breeze blows gently, taking away some sadness and bringing new hope.

Ling Chenyu stepped into the magnificent gate of Prince Chen's Mansion.

There was still some dust from traveling on his face, but his heart had already flown back to the scene of the encounter that made him uneasy.

The housekeeper, Old Wu, had a pair of shrewd eyes rolling around. When he saw the right opportunity, he began his "daily report drama" like a string of cannonballs.

"Your Majesty, you are finally back! This mansion has been very busy lately. Old Madam Liao..."

Once Old Wu started talking, he would talk nonstop, from how Liao Rong ambitiously planned the expansion of the back garden, to how the concubine personally supervised the craftsmen and made the palace look like a large construction site.

But what about Ling Chenyu?

He was like an immortal who was free from this world. Old Wu's words went in one ear and out the other, and his mind was full of the image of that woman.

The woman's steps were as light as a deer in the woods, but there was a subtle tenacity in her eyes.

Especially when she turned and left, the hint of sadness on her face was even more unforgettable than the newly planted peonies in the palace.

"Uh-huh?"

Ling Chenyu finally came back to his senses and responded perfunctorily twice. His eyes were so empty that they seemed to be able to penetrate the wall and reach the place that haunted him.

Seeing this, Old Wu was worried:

"What's wrong with this prince today? He usually knows all these trivial matters very well, why does he seem to have lost his soul today?"

He secretly looked up and caught a glimpse of Ling Chenyu's daydreaming look, so he had to shut his mouth tactfully and prayed silently in his heart that the prince could switch back from his "daydreaming mode" as soon as possible.

Ling Chenyu rubbed his temples, trying to bring his thoughts back to reality.

He thought to himself, "Who is that woman? Why does she look so familiar, yet so strange? Did I remember it wrong? No, when did my memory become so vulnerable?"

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, as if he had grasped some key clue.

"Could it be... her? Impossible, she has clearly..."

Ling Chenyu shook his head violently, trying to dispel that unrealistic thought.

But the more this happened, the clearer the woman's figure became. Her every move and every look replayed over and over in his mind, as deep as a brand.

"That's it, that's all."

Ling Chenyu sighed and decided not to dwell on it anymore.

"Since fate has brought us together again, the truth will come out one day. Now, let's deal with these trivial matters in the mansion first."

As he said this, he finally looked straight at Old Wu, his eyes seemed to be saying.

"Go on, I'm listening."

Upon seeing this, Old Wu nodded and bowed hurriedly and continued his "reporting business".

While Ling Chenyu was listening, he was silently thinking about how to uncover the mystery of that woman.

Although Ling Chenyu had regained his usual calmness on the surface, his heart felt as if a stone had been thrown into it, causing ripples.

He must find that woman and figure out who she is and why she makes him feel so familiar.

He made arrangements quietly and secretly investigated the whereabouts of the woman.

He sent out the most capable secret guards in the palace to secretly follow the man and woman that day.

At the same time, he began to review his past memories, trying to find a clue from those dusty past events.

However, the investigation process was not smooth.

The woman seemed to be very alert, and every time the secret guards tried to get close, she would cleverly avoid them.

The deeper Ling Chenyu swam into the ocean of memories, the more confused he felt.

Those fragments of the past are like fragments, unable to be pieced together to form a complete picture.