But in this way, she felt that she was useless: "You really hate it, good or bad! You know that I will worry about you when you do this, but you willfully consider your situation and block me... As a result, I can't do anything for you now, just watch you have a fever stupidly... I really want to knock you out with a stick. You want to scold and beat people and wait until the fever subsides!"

The more I talked, the more I felt wronged. The mist at the corner of Xia Ziluo's eyes turned into a solid body, and the tears were like beads with broken lines, falling "splashing" and falling.

Her accusations, her tears, hit his heart.

Did she—really worry about him and cry for him?

Murong Xitian looked at her in surprise and cried. He listened to her complaining words, and felt very uncomfortable.

But why did she cry? He didn't understand. She said she cared about him, but why did she care about him?

She has been married to the royal palace for more than five years, but she has not stopped indulging in the past five years. Every night, she lingers in the beds of different men and hangs with them...

He thought of her changes over the past few days. She no longer went out to hang out with other men, and even changed her previous routine of black and white, and turned into a good woman!

Should he believe her? In a trance, he remembered the slap she swung him, remembering that she was extremely aggrieved at that time, as if he had defiled her innocence. He remembered the tears she had shed again - if she was not her, Murong Xitian was a little shaken when he thought of the questions that had always existed in his heart.

Murong Xitian slowly raised his hand and wiped a drop of tears from the corners of her eyes. The crystal tears stopped on her fingertips, warming...

He felt like an unprecedented warm current slowly pouring into his heart.

"It's okay... don't be afraid..." Murong Xitian pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty, and exhausted his last strength before he could barely squeeze out a smile.

"I know you will be fine, so don't talk anymore..." The slender fingers gently sealed his lips. Xia Ziluo couldn't bear to see him so weak and wanted to comfort himself, "I promise I won't go to the doctor while you are asleep, and I will never leak what happened tonight, don't worry!"

A hint of surprise surged in Murong Xitian's dark eyes, and then faded with his smile.

She understood his thoughts, and this was the happiest discovery he had made in recent days.

But he was really tired and his head was heavier... Murong Xitian slowly closed his eyes, as if he was suffering a lot of pain.

Xia Ziluo didn't know if he was tired, fainted, or asleep... his heart was raised to his throat.

But she promised him again and could do nothing.

She could only look at him, guard him, and silently wiped away the cold sweat layer after layer of his forehead.

At this time, the candlelight suddenly jumped a few times in the study of the royal palace.

Xi Muyun lay lazily on the rattan chair and drank, waiting for Murong Xitian.

It just seemed that the waiting time was too long.

"What's this guy doing? Could it be that he's really drunk under the princess's pomegranate skirt and isn't he happy?" Xi Muyun curled his lips. It's very easy for him to know where Murong Xitian was going in the palace.

The knock on the door of "Quq" suddenly remembered.

Xi Muyun's eyes flashed: "Enter!"

"Prince, Chuchu passed by here and saw that the lights were still on. I want to ask if the prince needs Xiao..." Before the word Ye was spoken, Chuchu was startled by Xi Muyun's surprised and playful face.
Chapter completed!