Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"You're here again." Wen Xiaoai wrinkled her nose and suddenly remembered something, so she let go of him and turned to his hand.

"Feng Li, come, let me ask you a word."

Wen Xiaoai wanted to pull him to the table, but Feng Lidan followed her for two steps, but stopped, and said, "Xiao Ai, today...I also brought someone here."

Wen Xiaoai immediately turned around, eyes full of surprise, and asked:

"Who is it?"

The moment she asked her words, she didn't know what she thought of, and the smile on her face slowly converged, and slowly disappeared.

As if verifying her guess, a white figure walked in from the door of the hall, stood there, looking at her.

"Ye... Brother Qi."

On the Hall of Soul Rejuvenation

Ye Qi stood with his hand in his hand, standing in the middle of the hall, slightly looking up at the black stone chair on the twenty-four steps, in a daze.

Wen Xiaoai stood behind him, from eyes to heart, full of guilt and self-blame.

Feng Litan in the sleeping hall looked at the rice paper with the name written on it, and after reciting silently in his heart, he slightly curled his lips.

It seems to like this name.

As time passed, the two people in the hall were still standing one after another in the initial posture.

"Brother Ye Qi..."

Wen Xiaoai couldn't stand the suffering in his heart and broke the silence first.

Ye Qi stiffened slightly, turned around a moment later, and smiled when he saw Wen Xiaoai.

"What's wrong, wasn't it okay just now? Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

As he said, almost habitually, he raised his hand to touch the corner of Wen Xiaoai's tearful eyes.

After realizing that this time is different from the past, he withdrew his hand again.

The action of closing the hand was exceptionally stiff and difficult.

Ye Qi's smile made Wen Xiaoai, who was already guilty, even more clueless about how to face him.

"Brother Ye Qi..." She choked up again and again, and she couldn't make a sentence.

"Why are you crying? Did you see Ye Qi brother upset?" Ye Qi asked softly.

Wen Xiaoai shook his head quickly: "No...no..."

"Why crying more and more..." Ye Qi sighed lightly, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

I wonder if this sentence is sighing or asking.

"Okay, stop crying, I'm here to see you happy, not to see you sad."

Wen Xiaoai sniffed, holding back tears.

Seeing that she didn't cry anymore, Ye Qi smiled and closed his hand.

He looked at her, his eyes rolled over her face, full of dismay and sadness.

But he said: "It seems that he takes good care of you."

Wen Xiaoai pursed her lips, not speaking, not knowing words.

Ye Qi smiled.

"Before, you couldn't keep your mouth idle for a moment, why don't you say anything now."

He will always be like this, no matter what happens, angry, sad, sad, desperate... To Wen Xiaoai there is always only the gentlest side.

"... Brother Ye Qi, I'm sorry."

Wen Xiaoai cried and said these three words.

After Ye Qi stayed for a few seconds, he touched her face with one hand and wiped the tears that kept pouring from the corners of her eyes with his fingers.

"Xiao Ai, you don't have to say sorry to me, really, you are not wrong."

Since childhood, Ye Qi has never been angry with her once, and has always taken care of her carefully.

Even if she used to be naughty and joked about her safety, Ye Qixun was out of worry, not anger.

Now it is too.

He is not that great. Seeing that his heart, which he has loved for hundreds of years, is now hand in hand with others, how can he not hate, complain, be unwilling, unwilling, but what can he do?

She doesn't love him.