Chapter 1496: Except Wushan is not a cloud 47

Chapter 1496, except that Wushan is not a cloud 47
When Chaucer heard this sentence, his face suddenly became pale. She had to bite her lips very hard and hard to avoid crying.
There is an emotion that cannot be described by words. It is constantly stirring in the heart. It hurts so much that it hurts so she can't breathe.
But she still has to work hard to raise her head, and she said, "I'm sorry..."
Sorry, sorry, she still appears in front of his eyes...
Sorry, she still makes him sick...
When I was quiet for a moment, I gently licked my lips and smiled sarcasm: "You don't have to be sorry, this king will only run into you if he is unlucky."
When I was finished, I started to squat in the cold, and I didn’t have a slight emotion in my eyes. Then I waved my lips and said: "Go."
At that moment, Qiao Wei could not wait to disappear immediately in front of the side, so that he would not dirty his eyes.
Therefore, Chaucer simply refused to be too weak in his body. He almost slammed his head down from the bed with his uncomfortable body, clenched his lips, and got up.
When she passed the imperial court of the Prince, the Highness of the Prince was still sitting on the side of the bed with no expression, not moving, and did not intend to look at her.
Chaucer bit her trembling lips, she wants to cry, but she knows she can't, she has to hold back.
So, every step of her walk is very difficult.
Every step of separation from His Royal Highness is difficult, but he has to leave him.
She doesn't know why she is so uncomfortable...
She just didn't dare to admit the words that the night had said -
Qing night said that she had His Royal Highness in the heart... At that time she did not recognize.
But when she said in her mouth that her gentle and affectionate prince's mouth was so cold that she let her roll the words, she admitted that she was hurting.
Chaucer still can't understand why it hurts like this...
Then the Highness of the Prince, when he loved himself so much, when he learned all the truth, when all the dreams were broken, was he more painful and painful than himself?
Chaucer didn't know, didn't dare to think...
......
"Brother... She seems to be crying." He looked back intricately and saw that he was still sitting there with no expression, and his eyes seemed to have only cool.
After he heard the words of 晟, Mo was still indifferent, and there was no emotion at all. He stared coldly at the front without a focal length, and slowly said: "Hey, your brother seems to be being played. A bit miserable."
Daddy, I don’t know why, the nose is sour at once.
She never knew that a person who calmly said the words of the exit would make people feel so sad. When she felt very distressed, how hard is it that her brother’s heart is hurting?
However, from the beginning to the end, it is a little bit of emotion that is not willing to show it to people.
As if he really is not hurting.
But how can it be painless?
......
Chaucer went back to his place alone.
At that time, the sky was still early, and Xu Wei had not yet returned. Chaucer was sitting on the stone steps in the yard for a long time. For a long time, his eyes could not help but shed tears. She suddenly lowered her head and looked at it. With his own belly, his nose trembled fiercely, and he couldn’t help but cry and choked. "Baby, sorry, my mother is sorry for you..."
(End of this chapter)