Changle Palace, Hall.
The sound of footsteps with a few faintly imperceptible stumbles, accompanied by the strong smell of wine, gradually approached that large bed.
But in the temple, in addition to that uneven breathing, there was also a murmured murmuring.
“Don …… t don …… t.”
What don’t?
Di Bei Yu’s footsteps stopped at the door.
It was only when he heard her voice that he came back to his senses in a somewhat dazed manner, having unknowingly walked here himself.
Obviously he did not want to come.
Obviously he didn’t want to see her, especially with the coldness and impatience on that face, especially with the panic-inducing pallor on that face.
So he was probably really drunk.
The long figure stood in the doorway for an unknown length of time, the lamp lit on the case, the flickering candlelight drawing the shadows on his floor slanting and long.
Just as he turned to leave, a scream rang out behind him unexpectedly.
“Don’t …… stop!”
The man’s footsteps suddenly stopped.
As soon as he turned around, he saw that the woman who was originally on the bed suddenly rolled over and sat up, her pupils contracting minutely, the panic on her face and her rapid breathing all told that she had just had a nightmare If it wasn’t for the dim light of the fire, her face at this moment would probably be ghastly white again.
Di Bei Yu’s chest trembled slightly, subconsciously stepping away with his long legs towards her.
The moment Su Miao heard footsteps approaching, she jerked her head up, her eyes widening with panic.
Di Bei Yu has never seen such a look on her face she has always been fearless, as if no matter what happens, she can be calm and relaxed to solve the problem, as if all the luck and wisdom are favoured in her alone.
But at this moment, she was terrified.
Because of a nightmare.
Di Bei Yu’s heart contracted imperceptibly, his voice somehow a little muffled, and he blurted out, “It’s okay, it’s just a dream.”
She looked at him for a long time, as if this is when she realised who this person was, her lips moved, “Not a dream.”
The woman suddenly grinned, actually just so towards him smiled, “It is true, she really died, died in front of me …… not a dream.”
Di Bei Yu’s pupils suddenly shrunk.
Perhaps this candle flame is too dim, or her face is too ugly, or perhaps sprinkled with the fear in the bottom of her eyes has not completely faded, so at this moment even her smile also seems cold and somewhat appalling.
The next second, the man suddenly leaned over and hugged her obviously he did not want to do so.
“No, it was just a dream.”He patted her back gently, inclined his head to kiss her forehead, and said in a low voice, “She’s still alive, you’re the one who misremembered.”
Alive?
Su Miao closed her eyes, the spread of uncontrollable mockery in the bottom of her heart.
She watched with her own eyes as the executioner’s hand rose and fell, blood splattered in all directions, she replayed the same image in her mind countless times, and those eyes were staring at her in death until they died, and as a result, this culprit even told her that she was still alive?
Heh.
Su Miao sniffled, “Are you drunk?”
Just as the words fell, she coldly pushed him.
Di Bei Yu was caught off guard when she pushed him away, still wanting to say something, but he saw that the woman’s face, apart from still having a slight pallor, had somehow regained its calm-as-beginning indifference, as if all the fear that he had felt just now had ceased to exist.
His pupils shrunk again, but his movements paused, the knot in his throat rolled, “I am not drunk.”
Su Miao looked at him expressionlessly, “Oh.”
After saying this, he wanted to lift the bedding to continue sleeping.
