Ai Min of Fomalhaut's Self-written Book

?It was late at night when I woke up, and Zhao Zhen was leaning on the bed and looking after me.

"Min'er, you're awake." His face was extremely pale, and he gently stroked my cheek with his hand.

I've never seen him in such a state of despair, my heart tightened, and I couldn't help touching my lower abdomen, and said in a low voice, "My child!"

"The baby is fine, the baby is fine." He hurriedly comforted me, held my hand on my stomach, and said, "The imperial doctor said that you were just a little frightened, you just need to give birth."

I looked at him in disbelief and said, "Then why do you look like this?"

"Which look?" Zhao Zhen asked, seeing that I didn't answer, he just forced a smile and said, "You fainted in the hall really scared me."

"That's right." I breathed a sigh of relief.Just as he was about to pull his hand back, he heard a gasp from him. Then he noticed that his arm was wrapped in a thick gauze bandage. It must have hurt him just now. Then he suddenly remembered that when the assassin was assassinating in the daytime, he immediately Pushing me to a safe place, I was not unmoved.

"Does it hurt?" I put my hand lightly on his bandaged arm.

He took a deep look at me, with the starlight in his eyes, I thought he would grit his teeth and say it's okay, but I didn't expect the starlight to flash, and he said in a low voice, "It hurts."

His face was slightly flushed, and he cleverly hid the smile in the corners of his eyes.

"Be patient if it hurts." I withdrew my hand lightly, but he held my hand with the other hand, moved the corner of his mouth and said, "Are you worried about me?"

"I..." I didn't know what to say when he looked at you so deeply, and I couldn't pull my hand back, so I just let him hold it, "There must be many people who are nervous about you today about the assassin, It’s not my turn to worry about it.”

"Are you jealous?" he whispered.

"Why are you jealous?"

He slowly whispered behind my ear: "There are many women who are jealous and worry about me..." His voice was a little depressed, "But I have you to worry about enough."

"...After all, you saved me, so it's only right for me to worry about you." I turned my head slightly away.

"Min'er." He rolled over and forced me to lean against the wall, his forehead against mine, "You like me too, don't you?"

"You're worrying too much."

His eyes darkened slightly, and he said in a low voice: "You probably don't know, I fell in love with you when I first saw you at the age of 13, and I have always liked you until now. I am afraid that you will go home , I am afraid that you will leave this world, so I have no choice but to stay on the rooftop and wait for you, but I will never know if you will come...I am afraid that I have been waiting for a lifetime, but you will never show up again. I just want to I want you to stay with me..."

His voice became lower and lower until he couldn't hear him anymore. He hugged me tightly and buried his head deep in my hair.

When I met you for the first time, you were 13 years old, I just thought you were smart and cute, then we parted, and I saw you again, you were 19 years old, as old as me, but with a maturity that my peers did not have Shen Jing, I knew at that time that my little brother had grown up. The last time we parted, you did that to me. Later, you found me and held me in your arms, but I didn’t want to Accept the warmth of this embrace.

One day at a time, one year at a time, if I had come a few days late and met you as an adult in Dasong, would our story be different from what it is now?

Who can tell the will of God clearly, the days seem to pass by calmly, but it is different after all.

Zhao Zhen...in fact, he has always treated me very well, but I don't want to face it. I...should I let go of the past?

He has always treated me very well, and for some reason, warmth gradually surged in my heart.

Like a rumbling sound, the city wall built in my heart over the years collapsed, and my hand gently covered his shoulder.