Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 765 Don't Be Sad

"I don't want to say, can I?" Qin Su said softly, her eyes were as cold as water, and she was looking into the dark distance, as if her secret was buried in the darkness, "Huan Lang don't ask any more questions, I... You always know this, Huan Lang only needs to know this..."

Her expression was full of fatigue, and her slightly pale face was looming in the darkness.

Huan Zicheng turned his eyes and stared at her deeply.

It was the first time he looked at a person so intently, probing but not sharp, deep and gentle.

Stared at by such eyes, Qin Su was almost in a daze.

The night is like ink, it seems to be able to cover everything.

In the night, she couldn't clearly see Huan Zicheng's expression, but she knew strangely that he was looking at her now.

He was looking at her gently, calmly, and even with a touch of comfort.

Qin Su lowered his head slowly, a sense of desolation arose in his heart.

At that moment, she seemed to be surrounded by water waves, her body was cold, and the feeling of suffocation was like a shadow, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She sighed wistfully.

If possible, she hopes that she is like a piece of white paper, so clean that it is not stained with dust.

However, that was impossible after all.

She lived that life.

Despicable as a dog, dirty as mud.

Even if no one in this world knew about it, she still lived like that after all, for 28 years.

Those 28 years were like a brand of shame, engraved deep in her soul. Every day, every hour, every moment, and even every breath, her soul was burned by this brand.

She wanted to run away, far away, from that unbearable and humiliating life.

However, no matter where she fled, even if she fled to the afterlife, this imprint would never be erased.

Such a life created the current Qin Su, but it also made her fall into an abyss, unable to extricate herself.

It was as cold as water, and it filled my heart in an instant.

"Don't be sad."

A cold voice suddenly sounded, and then, a white cotton towel folded squarely appeared in front of Qin Su's eyes.

She was awakened by the sound, and looked up, only to realize that, at some time, Huan Zicheng had come to the front, bent slightly, stretched his arms, and handed her a white cloth towel.

"Don't cry any more," he said.

The cold voice, like a cold night, is clearly cold, but it is like a small candle in a room, making people feel a little warm.

Qin Su stared at him blankly.

He took her hand and put the cloth towel into her palm, with the same cold voice as before: "Take it, don't be sad."

Qin Su blankly held the cloth towel, and subconsciously caressed her face with the other hand, then looked blankly at Huan Zicheng again: "I... didn't cry."

His face was dry, and there were no tears at all.

Her tears had been shed as early as in her previous life.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, just took another step forward, getting closer to her, then stretched out his arm and raised his hand again, his broad palm landed on the top of her hair, and pressed down gently.

Very warm palms, very light movements, as if lightly touching something fragile.

Qin Su closed his eyes almost subconsciously.

That palm is really warm and comfortable.

She couldn't imagine that such a warm hand would come from such a cold as ice person.

The feeling of being cared for by someone close to her grabbed Qin Su's heart at this moment, making her nose sore.

However, after another breath, she suddenly opened her eyes.

What's happening here?
Qinghuan actually came to touch her head!
Could this guy be...following her? !
With this thought, Qin Su woke up in an instant, jumped three feet high, and flung the cloth towel on Huan Zicheng's face.

"You can even touch Bengong's head?" she shouted in a low voice, looking at the other party vigilantly, with her hands on her hips, looking fierce: "Don't think that because you are good-looking, you can touch Bengong's head casually." , who gave you the guts, oh!"

While sternly reprimanding, Qin Su rubbed her hands vigorously on the top of her hair.

The warm touch from that place made her feel uncomfortable, and the more so, the weirder she felt.

She never thought that besides Li Xuandu, there would be another man in this world who would make her feel so kind and warm.

Is she crazy?

This is Qinghuan!

Qing Huan, who was so lofty in his previous life, but so indifferent and mysterious in this life that he was elusive, actually... caressed her hair so tenderly.

Is she dreaming?
Thinking like this, Qin Su immediately took action, stepped forward like lightning, and twisted Huan Zicheng's arm hard.

"Hiss", Huan Zicheng was caught off guard and could not help but let out a low cry.

"Does it hurt?" Qin Su jumped back to the original place in a few steps, and immediately looked at him expectantly.

If it hurts, it means she is not dreaming.

At least Qin Su thinks so.

Huan Zicheng didn't speak.

Even if he is as smart as him, it takes a little time to react when facing such an extraordinary princess.

And the performance of Her Royal Highness the Princess today is indeed very...unbelievable.

"I'm asking you something, does it hurt?" The weak voice sounded again, with a look of reluctance.

"Of course it hurts." Huan Zicheng's tone was extremely helpless.

It's strange that it doesn't hurt when someone pinches it so hard.

Qin Su breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Fortunately, she wasn't dreaming.

In other words, Qinghuan was really showing affection to her.

She couldn't help but bend her eyes.

However, soon, she put on a stern face again, and looked at Huan Zicheng with a haughty look on her face like a princess: "I just want to tell you that it hurts... that's right. Don't come to like me." , you will be hurt. Ben Gong will not like you, let alone marry you. You don't want Ben Gong to be your Huan family's clan wife."

She absolutely, absolutely would not marry into the fire pit of Huan's family.

Who knows if this family will repeat the mistakes of previous lives?She still wants to live a few more years.Also, if she married Huan Zicheng, what would Li Yaoxie do?
Without her, the princess is on top, and those sly little ladies outside, why don't they take Li Yaoxie apart and eat them?

Qin Su couldn't bear it.

Thinking of this, Qin Su glared at Huan Zicheng like a knife, and flew straight there.

However, Huan Zicheng was not looking at her.

As a matter of fact, anyone who has been slapped with a rag on his face cannot be judged.

After all, the cloth towel is at least three times bigger than a person's face, if you don't tear it off, what can you see?
Therefore, what our famous Qinghuan——Huan Zicheng, is doing at the moment is pulling cloth towels.

However, when the cloth scarf was torn halfway, his shoulders began to shrug, and a low muffled laugh followed, which seemed to shake the night into ripples.

(End of this chapter)