Chapter 1512: Except Wushan is not a cloud 63

Chapter 1512, except that Wushan is not a cloud 63
There is nothing left unwilling, she does not have the qualification to say such a thing, but it is always a bad feeling in her heart...
"I..." Chaucer hesitated for a while, then he took the courage to say, "I think, he may not come to Syracuse again in the future... I think of it... I sneak a look at him..."
I was so sad and cautious, let Xu Wei look at her for a long time, and finally squatted and said, "Yes..."
Probably the appearance of Chaucer would make her think of her incompetence. She used to be so cautious and liked a person...
The difference is that Chaucer is experiencing such a sorrow and grief, and she has long been tired of such a favorite, long ago no such thoughts...
Therefore, Xu Wei can calmly and calmly face it, but when he sees this feeling of Chaucer, he still can't help but want to feel a little bit.
The next day, the weather was very bad.
Early in the morning, the sky was a misty place. It didn't take long for the outside to start a pattering rain.
Xu Wei looked at the weather very cold, could not help but worry about Chaucer's body, she saw Chaucer changing clothes in the back room, could not help but come in to remind her, "It's raining outside."
Chaucer whispered a cloak on his body: "I know."
"I am afraid that you will catch cold." Xu Wei said helplessly, after all, Chaucer's body since this time is really weak, she is afraid that she will get sick when she goes out in the rain...
Why didn’t Chaucer know that it was raining outside...
However, is there any way...
Chaucer looked at himself in the mirror silently. After a while, the voice gently said to Xu Wei: "But he has to go..."
Xu licked his lips and didn't speak.
Chaucer lowered his head and tightened some of his cloaks. "Maybe this is the last time I saw him." Joe sucked his nose and asked Xu Wei to rest assured. "I will take care of myself."
After all, she doesn’t want to be sick...
Joe supported the oil paper umbrella and went out. At that time, the street was not running in the rain, or the person holding the umbrella passed by...
Chaucer originally wanted to be extravagant. He asked the carriage to send himself to the outside of the city, but it was probably raining. The street didn't see any carriage passing by.
After waiting for a long time, Chaucer didn't wait for the carriage, and he was afraid that he would miss the time, so he could only grieve the baby in his stomach and walked outside the city with his scalp.
But what she didn't think was that the rain would get bigger and bigger...
Chaucer was very cold. He could only subconsciously tighten his cloak. The downpour made her shoes soaked, but she still did not back down. She had been walking forward, for fear that she would not be able to catch up with the carriage of His Royal Highness.
It’s hard to get outside the city. There is no place to shelter from the rain inside and outside the city gate. Chaucer has nowhere to go. He can only stand under the gate of the city and wait for an umbrella.
She waited, waited for a long time, but the carriage was not in a carriage with His Royal Highness Prince...
This made Chaucer's heart more and more lost, and even could not help but think, is the Prince's Highness already gone?
Is it... she finally couldn’t catch up with the last look at His Royal Highness?
Although Chaucer is getting lost in the heart, she always refuses to leave.
Let this downpour fall, let the wind blow...
(End of this chapter)