Yan fan wept like a tearful man. Shen Wanqing coaxed him for a long time before little pity stopped crying.
The little poor man beside the bed has red eyes, red peach blossom eyes, long eyelashes stained with water, red nose and wet tears on his face. He looks very poor.
Looking at Yan fan who finally stopped, Shen Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief, and then couldn't laugh or cry, "it's clear that I'm hurt. You should coax me. How can I turn it upside down?"
Yan fan sobbed and dried the tears on his face. He pursed his lips obediently, "don't cry."
"Well, don't cry." Shen Wanqing's eyes were gentle.
Her youth should be wanton and crazy, but it was her fault that she began to worry all day.
"Yan fan..."
"Hmm?" Yan fan hurriedly said.
Shen Wanqing scratched his lips. "What you just said is true?"
Yan fan was stunned, and then looked at the girl's smiling tea eyes. Yan fan knew it later.
The tip of his ear turned red. "Did you hear it?"
"Well," she nodded, "are you going to regret it?"
But there is no chance.
She has been waiting, waiting for him to come, waiting for him to take the initiative to take that step towards himself from the moment he stepped into the empress's house.
As long as you are willing to take a step towards her, she is willing to come by herself for the remaining 99 steps.
Otherwise, she might really give up.
Too much love and attention can't be forced and blasphemous.
The young man beside the bed shook his head when he heard the speech. He obediently held the girl's hand, "no... No regret... If you say regret, Yan fan only regrets that he didn't leave with his highness that day."
His heart has long been in disorder. He spent more than a month together day and night. When he thought his heart had no waves, in fact, it had ripples long ago.
Otherwise, why did my heart hurt so much when I learned that she left the next day.
At that time, Yan fan understood what "regret" meant for the first time in his life.
Seven tips and exquisite heart, pure and clear.
Because Shen Wanqing, Yan fan understood what was called "like", what was called "regret", and what was called "pain". He also understood that he would cry.
"Those words that day were Yan fan's first nonsense in his life. He deceived himself and told others that he was not moved. After his highness left, Yan fan saw the Wangzai milk can left by his highness. At that time, Yan fan thought of a lot in his heart. Yan fan knew that he should have been greedy. Yan fan should have wanted to repent to the Buddha, but he didn't even want to read the Scriptures again."
"When Yan fan heard that his highness went to lingsu to deal with the flood, Yan fan was burning with anxiety. He prayed and chanted scriptures in front of the Buddha all day to bless his Highness's peace."
"But when Yan fan heard the news that his highness was injured and unconscious, his heart was like a knife, like ten thousand ants eating his heart. He had never tasted such pain in his life."
Yan fan's eyes turned red. "If your highness hasn't woken up, Yan fan will go with your highness."
Hearing this, Shen Wanqing finally couldn't help it. She reached out and rubbed Yan fan's head rudely, "if you really do this, I'll jump out and spank you even in the coffin!"
Yan fan sat there without talking, but Shen Wanqing knew that this guy was stubborn.
Shen Wanqing sighed and wanted to sit up. He found that his body was very weak and had no strength at all.
"Yan fan, come here."
Yan fan was at a loss. He propped up the edge of the bed.
The next second, the girl's arm was around his neck. At the moment of his absence, the girl's lip was gently printed on his red eyes.
"Darling, don't cry. If you cry again, my heart will hurt to death."