Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

People were coming and going, passing by in front of my eyes, and that person was standing there, never leaving.

It's as if it never left.

And he never looked back.

Knowing the despair of the fall of Seoul, life would be worse than death when I was young. For four years, I have been telling Xuan Jiu and the others that I never thought about it.

no.

She was never afraid to think about him.

From despair to acceptance, she accepted his departure and vowed to live a good life with Qingzhi.

But he showed up.

right in front of you.

At that moment, the pain that had been swallowed in the past surged over and over again on the apex of my heart, my heart was full of mixed feelings, the pain was terribly painful, and I was so angry that I was going crazy.

She clenched her lips tightly, pressed the swords in her hands very hard, and slammed them hard on the man's back.

This fall overturned everything——

Anger, pain, wronged.

With a few harsh bangs, the sword fell from his back.

One of the scabbards slipped from the hilt and tore a corner of the fabric of the man's back mercilessly.

And she was holding a sharp sword tightly in her hand, staring at him coldly without any waves, watching him turn around.

The man was wearing a cloud brocade snow shirt with wild crane embroidery on the side, half black hair, and that familiar and stern face came into view. Compared with previous years, his gaze was a little sharper and colder.

Shu Nuan looked at him, his eyes became more and more red.

want to cry.

I feel so wronged that I want to cry.

She held the sword in her hand, but her hand was shaking.

On the stage not far away, the actor sang in a low voice—"Thinking longingly, hating longingly, the hatred will not stop until you return."

The continuous snow fell, and the wind almost blew away her voice.

That person also looked at her, his eyes were flat and calm, like snow water flowing quietly in a glacier, falling drop by drop on the stone, where the stone would move, how could it feel pain.

He looked at her calmly for a moment, lowered his eyes, bent over and picked up the sword on the ground unhurriedly, picked it up, and returned it to her, gently and alienated: "The girl's sword fell."

Shu Nuan's pupils gradually faded.

She tried her best to see this person clearly, but she couldn't see clearly.

"What's the matter?" Bei'er walked over from the stage. He felt bored listening to the singing, so Wen Youyi watched Ruwei, and he came to look for Sheng Qianmo, but he didn't expect to see this scene .

Sheng Qianmo said: "It's okay."

Shu Nuan looked up at him, opened his mouth slightly, then lowered his head slowly, looking at the sword he handed over, his eyes moved slowly, without any emotion. Then, a small ball of hot air suddenly came out of the small mouth, but it seemed to be mixed with endless pain, she smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "No, I just don't want it."

After finishing speaking, she reached out to take the sword in Sheng Qianmo's hand, threw it away, and turned to leave.

Back then when she walked out of Sheng Palace in Beicheng, she was disheartened.

This has been four years.

She turned away from his eyes again, finally no longer disheartened.

My heart is dead.

...

"Qianmo...do you know that girl just now?"

Cheng Qianmo said nothing, leaned over and squatted down, picked up the swords she threw on the ground one by one, then turned and left.

"Sheng Qianmo!"

Shengqianmo stopped in his tracks, did not look back, and calmly said: "I will be alone tonight, and no one will come looking for me."

The streets are extremely lively, and there is a hustle and bustle wherever you go.