Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping - Chapter 1850

[Chapter 1850 Nanzhao King’s Killer Wife (31)]

After a long time, Luo Qingchen squinted her eyes before she came to her senses and said: “It is indeed a desolate story.”

Nan Yisheng looked into her eyes for a long time, and finally her eyes that were as deep as the sea gradually dimmed. There were many things in his heart that he wanted to ask, but in the end he didn’t ask.

Because the girl standing in front of him didn’t seem to remember anything.

Large flakes of snow fell with the wind, on his hair, and on 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 it doesn’t matter how bleak the story is, as long as I’m by your side now.”

If she guessed right If it is wrong, the boy in this story should be Nan Yisheng.

After all, deep in the emperor’s house, one has to bear the fate of being framed from birth, and one must be careful no matter what is eaten or used.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help feeling sorry for such a Nan Yisheng, who had been walking on thin ice since childhood.

But his character is still so gentle, even with those bottomless eyes, she often can’t see clearly.

Nan Yisheng looked at Luo Qingchen who pursed his lips and smiled with clear eyes. In the flying snow all over the sky, the bottom of my heart unexpectedly trembled unconsciously.

She is like the only one in this world who doesn’t count against him and can stand firmly by his side.

For the first time in such a snowy land, my heart, almost frozen and lonely, trembled deeply.

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Luo Qingchen was stunned by the system prompt that suddenly came to her mind, but before she could come to her senses, Nan Yisheng suddenly grabbed her right hand that was originally raised.

In the next second, she fell steadily into a warm embrace.

He didn’t speak, but the strength with his hands around her was so profound.

“Nan Yisheng…” She spoke softly, calling out his name.

He answered with a slightly trembling voice: “En.”

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

Perseverance, forbearance, domineering, deep…

not the usual…gentleness he saw!

-After

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

Every day when she got up early, she came back to Piandian to comb her three thousand hairs. In the afternoon, she would always get a big heater and sit by the window to watch the snow scene outside.

He also likes to make some snacks for her: sweet-scented osmanthus cake, peach blossom soup, pear blossom persimmon cake and so on.

When the sun sets, make a pot of hot tea and enjoy the quiet time.

The day before the big wedding, he took a sip of Biluochun, looked at Luo Qingchen quietly and asked, “Does Xiaochen like this kind of life?”

Luo Qingchen turned her eyes away when she heard that, and looked at his slightly deep eyes. She asked puzzledly: “Who in this world doesn’t like this kind of life?”

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

“If the time of ease is always short, do you also like this ease?”

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

She gently picked up the cup, and the refreshing tea exuded a leisurely fragrance. She gulped it down and said: “I am a person who is content with the status quo, and only cares about what I once had. Even if the happiness and joy are short-lived, I think every minute and every second together is worth it.”

[End of This Chapter]