The days of being in love with facial paralysis

Meng Que completely finished that dream. He thought that the person who loved him the most had pierced his heart with a sword. The eight years of love and obsession turned out to be nothing more than a scam.It was only at this moment that Meng Que realized that He Lan was so important to him.What makes him uncomfortable is not only that He Lan deceived him, but also that He Lan never liked him.

Meng Que shut himself in the room, neither eating nor drinking, just sat there blankly.Sometimes, many chaotic moments flashed through his mind, and sometimes, his mind was blank again.His life was muddled, and sometimes an extreme thought would appear in his mind. He was already a dead person, and it would be better to be dead than to live like this.

But this life was given by his mother, and he cannot easily decide his own life or death.

And in the past few days, no one has ever set foot in this yard.No one went to see him, nor brought him some food and drink, he was completely forgotten, as if he did not exist in this county palace.

It's not that people are indifferent, but that no one dares to disobey He Lan's order.

Ever since Meng Que and He Lan got married, the atmosphere in the county prince's mansion has improved a lot. It didn't have the gloomy feeling at the beginning, and the terrifying He Lan who made people dare not approach, but in recent days, he suddenly fell into a trance. After the cold winter months, it was a bit colder than before they got married.

The servants of the entire county palace were trembling, and they dared not ask the reason.

He Lan stood outside the courtyard, staring deeply at the closed courtyard door.This courtyard was the main courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, and it was also the courtyard where he and Meng Que lived together. However, he hadn't entered it for several days now.

Meng Que didn't come out, and he didn't go in. The two of them were like a tug-of-war. Whoever took the first step would lose.

"My lord." Qing Zhu called out, "Madam hasn't eaten for two days."

He Lan's face suddenly turned cold, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was enduring something.Just when Qingzhu thought He Lan was about to take that step, He Lan suddenly turned around and walked away from the courtyard.

Sometimes, even he himself forgot why he insisted on marrying Meng Que.

Is it because of the connected fate?More than ten years ago, the appearance of that woman changed his life and linked him with another person ever since.Their destinies are linked, their fortunes intertwined, they lose complete freedom, and even their choice of partner is affected.

He Lan felt that he should hate him. Without Meng Que, he wouldn't have spent those boring eight years in the deep mountains, wouldn't have faced only one face all day long, wouldn't have been able to Ri worried that his life would be in danger, so he would not choose the best way for him to marry Meng Que.

But is it really because of this that he married him?Tied Meng Que by his side, the two are closely related, just to choose the most favorable time to kill him?

He Lan's tense face showed a blank expression?

He had such an idea.

So the depression in his heart was because Meng Que found out about it?

He Lan locked herself in the room and did exactly the same thing as Meng Que, neither eating nor drinking, just in a daze.

The entire county palace was in an eerie silence. After a few days, the servants became more cautious when walking.

Meng Que was originally born as a literati, and his physical strength is not as good as that of a martial arts student. For the past three days, he has not eaten or drank, his face has become sickly pale, his lips are chapped, and he looks neither human nor ghost.

The door is still closed tightly, but the whole room seems to be much brighter, eerily brighter.

"Meng Que."

"Meng Que."

One after another, it seemed that someone was calling him.Meng Que looked up, and saw a person standing in the light.

"He Lan..." Meng Que opened his mouth, but the name only reached the mouth of his throat.

He Lan walked up to him step by step, stretched out his hand and stroked his face, with a distressed expression on his face: "Why did you make it like this?"

Meng Que just stared at him blankly.

He Lan's eyes were deep, with some guilt: "Ah Que, I was wrong."

Like a child who has done something wrong, waiting for his forgiveness.

Meng Que's mind was a little dull, and he just looked at him blankly.

Just when he was about to reach out his hand, the person in front of him suddenly disappeared.A cold sweat broke out on Meng Que's back. It turned out that this was just an illusion.

How could He Lan appear?They have lifted the last fig leaf, and there is only one thing left on He Lan's face, that is indifference, and there will be no more warmth.

The desire in Meng Que's heart gradually dissipated, it was too boring, it was too boring to live again...

"Xiao Que..."

The woman's soft voice suddenly sounded, Meng Que raised his head again, and saw a woman standing in front of him.Standing in front of him, she was so close that she seemed within reach, but she was so far away that he couldn't even see her face clearly.

Meng Que's heart, which was gradually turning into ashes, suddenly felt a little rippling, and he stared blankly at the woman.