The princess is reborn

I used to think that there was only three short years between me and Xie Yan, and three years was not enough to change a heartless villain.

But now I am facing him across the moonlight, and I suddenly realize that the truth seems not to be as calm as I imagined.

Three years of light and shadow have changed many things subtly.

Xie Yan has changed a lot from his appearance three years ago, so much so that I almost couldn't recognize him.

At this time, the moonlight was cold and pale, falling on him. He was not wearing a crown, and his black hair was hanging down on the ground.It was clearly autumn nights that were as cool as water, but he was only wearing a very light undershirt, and his figure was lonely, leaning against the high wall with his bones broken.

The slender fingertips were clinging to the wine bottle, and the overflowing liquid flowed down his neck, soaking the skirt of his clothes.His appearance at this moment is more like a fallen fairy who was contaminated with the world of mortals and demoted to the mortal world. He clearly has a fairy spirit, but he feels very depressed.

What touched my heart the most in the words of thanks three years ago was the breezy and bright appearance, which was as warm and moist as jade, with white skin better than snow, and white clothes, like a jade Buddha without sadness or joy.I wondered day and night how to break his ruthless way, so that he, who is quiet and desireless, would be deeply fascinated by me.I want him to have me in his eyes, but also to have me in his heart.

But now, he is more like a coquettish ghost thrown into the endless abyss, struggling in purgatory with endless despair, exhaustion and depression appearing between his brows.

He is no longer the thank-you words from three years ago, how could the previous thank-you words have such a decadent appearance?

In the past, he never liked to drink, and even the moment of drunkenness was extremely rare. He was always calm and self-possessed, strategizing, as if nothing could interfere with his judgment.

So what is he doing now?Who are you acting here in the middle of the night for?I saw him acting like this, but I didn't think he was pitiful. I just thought he was too keen on performing, even when he was drunk.

It is clear that Xie Yan three years ago was also thin and tall, but he was not so thin. Now he looks more like a sick ghost who has not eaten for many days, living with alcohol all day long.

His face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were black and blue, his thin lips were stained with the light of wine, and his gray pupils were lifeless, like two lamps that had been extinguished.

When he raised his hand, his white robe followed the movement to reveal his surprisingly thin arms. The meridians on it were protruding, and the skin and flesh were thin. The whole person did not look like a human, but more like bony bones.

Did Xie Yan not eat for the past three years?I felt very puzzled in my heart, but I didn't have the slightest sympathy for what happened to him, and even vaguely gloated at his misfortune.

It would be even better if he could get anorexia, he deserved it.

Thinking like this, I prepared to turn around and leave without hesitation, but as soon as I moved, Xie Yan suddenly spoke to me.

His eyes were fixed on me, as if he was talking to me, but also as if he was talking to himself in the empty air.

His voice was hoarse, full of disappointment and sadness, "You came to see me again?"

"It's been a long time since you came to see me." He put down the wine bottle in his hand and walked towards me slowly.

His face was calm, as if meeting someone who died three years ago was not a big deal.

I instinctively wanted to run away, so I took a few steps back unconsciously, but Xie Yan pressed on with every step, and kept approaching me, his eyes were no longer clear, his gray pupils were covered with mist, he stretched his arms, gently Hug me.

This embrace is as light as a feather, he seems to be afraid of crushing me, but it is as heavy as a mountain, he is afraid that I will escape from his embrace and instantly turn into a wisp of green smoke.

I wanted to escape, to break free from Xie Yan's arms, but I heard him sigh deeply, "For three years, you have come to my dreams every time, but I have never been able to hold you in my arms."

What three years?What dream?

I didn't understand, I just wanted to reach out to push him away, but suddenly my body froze.

Xie Yan is much taller than me, and our hugging posture at this moment is extremely awkward. He is obviously much taller than me, but he insists on resting his head on my shoulder, which is an extremely dependent and fearful gesture.

To my great horror, my shoulders were suddenly covered with wetness, and water droplets kept falling on it.

Xie Yan seemed to have rained on my shoulders.

He kept rubbing his head against my shoulders and neck, like a dog who is desperately complaining about his grievances after being abandoned by his owner for a long time. If he didn’t whine at this time, I would think he was raised by me three years ago Xiaobai.

I still haven't given up the fantasy of pushing this person away, but what makes me very unhappy is that Xie Yan has obviously lost so much, but his brute strength is not inferior to before.

His arms firmly grasped my waist, his head rested on my shoulders, and he almost put all his weight on me. My small body couldn't bear it at all, so I could only rely on his arms around my waist. Steady your figure with your hands.

Xie Yan seemed to be immersed in his own world, it really felt like a dream, and he started to cry unscrupulously in the dream, which wet half of my shoulders.

Once, Xie Yan's look could make my heart palpitate endlessly, but now he is holding me and crying like this, but there is no wave in my heart.

Perhaps this is not love.

I don't love anymore, even if Xie Yan died in front of me, I could walk over his dead body without expression. Of course, it would be even better if I took his life away.

It's a pity that I don't have any good weapons on me now, and I also found that I can't even beat the thank-you words when I'm drunk. Seeing it being blown to and fro in the night wind, I hoped in my heart that the words of thanks would let me go.

But I had been looking forward to it for a long time, but I couldn't get it. Instead, I was looking forward to the kiss of thanks.

He suddenly raised his head from my shoulders, looked at me deeply with his phoenix eyes, the tip of his ears were slightly red from drunkenness, his eyes were like burning flames, and he said to me, "I miss you so much."

I don't want to care about who the beauty he cares about is, and I'm not interested at all.

If this was in the past, I would have eaten some vinegar and asked him insincerely, "Who are you thinking about?" "Who do you like the most?" "Do you like Feng Jiuyue?"

But now I just want him to get away from me, and I raise my hand to cover his approaching lips.

"Can't we kiss?"

Maybe it was the alcohol that anesthetized his nerves, or he thought he was in a dream, Xie Yan's reaction at this time was very strange.

He didn't grab my chin as forcefully as before, forcing me to accept his kiss. Instead, he seemed to be afraid of offending me. His long and dense eyelashes drooped to hide the disappointment in his gray pupils, and his tone was filled with A little humble, "I won't kiss you anymore, don't be angry, and don't leave."

Although he flattered me so much in his words, his tongue was very dishonest, like a dog who couldn't stand the temptation. He gently licked and licked my palm until it was all wet before he raised his eyelids. When he came to see me, his pupils trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of my scolding.

I have never been with such thank-you words, and I didn't know how to say them for a while.

Seeing that I kept my face cold and silent, Xie Yan lowered his eyes a little aggrieved, as if he had made up his mind, "I won't kiss again in the future, so don't leave and stay with me for a while, okay?"

After he said "okay", he carefully considered my expression, and added cautiously, "You haven't come to my dream for a long time, I miss you very much, that's why I'm like this."

I understand now that he thought he was in a dream from beginning to end, that's why he pestered me like this, instead of directly grabbing my throat and asking me why I wasn't dead yet.

When I thought of this, I smiled coldly, maybe no matter how evil a bad person does something bad, he will feel ashamed and guilty when he dreams back at midnight, that's why Xie Yan is so hypocritical.

Does he think that my father's life can be prevaricated by him in a few words?One day, I will make him pay the price, but unfortunately not now.

What I have to do now is how to leave safely without breaking Xie Yan's dream, making him wake up tomorrow and feel that tonight is just a dream.

"If you don't want to make me angry, then go back to your room and sleep now, and don't pester me anymore."

My tone of voice was a bit harsh, and the eyes I looked at Xie Yan did not have the slightest warmth.

"Then will you come tomorrow?"

Xie Yan didn't move, but looked at me with those beautiful clear pupils, hope was written all over his face, as if he would obediently let me go as long as I nodded.

"Yeah." I nodded with a cold face, which was my agreement.

Xie Yan got my affirmative answer, so he hesitated to touch my hand with his fingertips, and said to me aggressively, "Then you accompany me in."

"There is also a you inside, but it is cold all over, and it is very cold to hold."

"I like you now, you are hot and warm in your arms."

There was a slight smile on the corners of his lips, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and his whole body was glowing with unspeakable joy.

Xie Yan's life or death has nothing to do with me, I don't care if he's hot or cold, I don't even want to listen to his words, I just frowned in disgust, shook off his hand fiercely, and said impatiently, "You If you don’t leave, I won’t come again.”

This move seems to be very effective for Xie Yan, he immediately obediently put his hands behind his back, Youyou said to me, "Then you must remember to come see me again tomorrow night."

As he said this, he secretly observed my expression, and when he saw that my face was becoming more and more ugly, he turned around and left cruelly, without looking back at me, as if he was afraid that if he turned back, he would not be willing to leave.

I fled back to the inn in a hurry almost when he turned his back.

Seeing that my complexion was not good, Huaixin kept asking if I needed to see a doctor.

I shook my head and said to him solemnly, "If someone asks you about my going out tonight, you will say that I have been staying in the inn and never go out, do you understand?"

"Well, Huaixin understands, and will definitely keep this secret for the young master."

I don't doubt Huaixin's loyalty, after all, I am Qiu Yunqing's servant, and I care for Qiu Yunqing very much, and I am obedient, but I still can't help but threaten.

"If today's events are leaked, both you and me, as well as the entire Qiu family, will be in danger. If you want to survive, then keep your mouth shut."

Seeing the obvious distrust in my words, Huaixin just knelt down with a plop, and assured me, "Young master, don't worry, Huaixin will definitely not let down your trust. Huaixin was originally an orphan, and he is only today because of his care. I will definitely not repay my kindness with revenge."

I was relieved and let him go down.

It was already late at night, and the lonely moon was hanging alone in the sky, without the company of stars, it seemed lonely and lonely. I held my father's sachet in my hand, and my thoughts were flying for a moment.

It's very ironic to think about it, it seems that my identities with Xie Yan have been reversed tonight.

In the past, I carefully observed Xie Yan's face, trying to please him with all my heart, for fear that he would be dissatisfied in the slightest.

And now, the retribution of Xie Yan has come.If he woke up tomorrow and remembered what he did crying and crying tonight, would he die of anger?I really want to know. Thinking about it this way, I am full of expectations for tomorrow's selection of servants.

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