Chapter 1850 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (31)

After a long time, Luo Qingchen squinted his eyes and came to his senses and said, "It is indeed a sad story."

Nan Yisheng looked at her eyes for a long time, and finally his eyes as deep as the sea gradually dimmed. He had a lot of things in his heart that he wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't ask them out loud.

Because the girl standing in front of him seemed to have remembered nothing...at all.

Large flakes of snow fell with the wind, falling on his hair and his shoulders.

Seeing that half of his body was outside the umbrella, Luo Qingchen raised his right hand and patted his shoulder and said, "But no matter how sad the story is, it doesn't matter. I'm by your side now."

If she guessed correctly, the boy in this story should be Nan Yisheng.

After all, deep in the imperial family, he had to bear the fate of being framed since birth, and he had to be careful with everything he ate or used.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed for Nan Yisheng, who had been walking on thin ice since he was a child.

But his character was still so gentle, even if those deep eyes were not clear to her often.

Nan Yisheng looked at Luo Qingchen, who was pursing his lips and smiling with clear eyes. In the snow, his heart trembled unconsciously.

She seemed to be the only person in the world who did not plot against him and could stand by his side steadily.

His heart, which was almost frozen and lonely, trembled deeply for the first time in such a snowy place.

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The sudden system prompt sound made Luo Qingchen stunned for a moment, and before she could come to her senses, her raised right hand was suddenly held by Nan Yisheng.

The next second, she fell steadily into a warm embrace.

He did not speak, but the strength of his hands around her was so profound.

"Nan Yisheng..." She spoke softly and called his name.

He responded with a slightly trembling voice: "Yeah."

Luo Qingchen seemed to have a very special feeling in his warm embrace, and always felt that the one holding her now was the most real Nan Yisheng.

Persistent, forbearing, overbearing, deep...

Instead of the gentleness that he usually saw!

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After that day, Nan Yisheng treated her better than before, and stayed by her side almost every step of the way.

Every day he got up early and came back to the side hall to comb her three thousand strands of hair personally. In the afternoon, he would always get a big heater and sit in front of the window to watch the snow scene outside.

He also liked to make some snacks for her: osmanthus cake, peach blossom soup, pear blossom persimmon cake, etc.

At sunset, make a pot of hot tea and enjoy the quiet time.

The day before the wedding, he took a sip of Biluochun, looked at Luo Qingchen with a faint gaze and said, "Does Xiaochen like such a day?"

Hearing this, Luo Qingchen turned her eyes and looked at his slightly deep eyes and asked in confusion, "Who in the world doesn't like such a day?"

She couldn't see the meaning expressed in his bottomless eyes, but she knew that he must have a lot of things he didn't tell her.

"If the time of comfort is always short, do you like this comfort?"

This question sounds contradictory, but Luo Qingchen understands the meaning.

She gently picked up the cup, and the refreshing tea exuded a leisurely fragrance. She drank it all and said: "I like to be content with the status quo, and only care about what I have had. Even if the happiness and joy are short-lived, I think every minute and every second together is worth it."