Chapter 2097 Willingly (3)

  The icy wind with the chill of winter came in through the curtain of the sedan chair.

   Like a knife, it pierced into the shrunken young master's heart in an instant.

  He seemed to have foreseen something, and hugged himself in a panic.

  My whole body was tense, and the invisible thorns on my body were about to stand on end.

  His white fingers gripped his clothes tightly, and he lowered his head, completely terrified.

  He was afraid, he was terrified, and even for a moment, he hoped that the time of the whole world would stand still at this moment.

   Don't flow, don't be like this.

  He doesn't want to marry, he doesn't want to...

  The little prince who had always imagined that someone could save him, seemed to finally realize his end at this moment.

  It cannot be changed, and no one can save it.

  Everyone, forcing him... forcing him...

  He huddled there, his mind blank.

  The nasal congestion was so sore, and the suffocation in the heart made him unbearable.

   It was like an impenetrable net viciously bound him, without even a chance to catch his breath.

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  The sound of firecrackers, the sound of rain, and the sound of festive timekeeping.

   It seemed to be magnified hundreds of times in an instant.

   There was a strong cold wind blowing, and through the red hijab, one could feel the light inside the sedan chair brighten.

   symbolizes that his last protective shell has been destroyed.

  The soft curtain of the sedan chair was lifted.

  The warm atmosphere outside was strong, with a chill and the pungent smell of firecrackers.

  He shuddered almost physically.

  With tears in his eyes, he saw the person who leaned in slightly through the red hijab that was as thin as smoke.

  She came in, and when she saw his movements, she obviously paused.

  The outside wind kept blowing, blowing past her, and landed in the corner where he was huddled.

   whirls.

  In the strong smell of firecrackers and gunpowder, there seems to be some other flavor mixed in.

  It is a bit fragrant.

   Clearly, as if it came from her.

  The squeamish and aggrieved young man looked at the person who came in through the red hijab with hazy wet eyes like a little hamster.

  The noise around him that made him almost collapse, for some reason, seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

  The world has become extraordinarily quiet.

   Only the cold and slender figure remained.

  Keeping a not-too-distant distance from him, through the hijab, some couldn't see his face clearly.

   Just looking at it like this, it seems...not ugly.

  He sucked at his clogged nose and didn't move.

  Obviously the matchmaker and him had told him thousands of times before that the sedan chair would come out after it stopped.

  But he seemed to have completely forgotten it at the moment, and looked away in a flash.

  The legs resting on the cushion were put down, and he raised his hand, wiping away his tears indiscriminately.

  Don't speak, don't look at her.

  The red hijab was wet, and he could clearly see his soft, fair and beautiful face.

   Even with childishness, it is still difficult to hide the beauty that moves the world.

  Noble and pitiful, it is daydream.

  His gaze hung to one side, his eyebrows and eyes were noble and arrogant.

  Like a greenhouse flower that has been pampered, it is so beautiful and pleasing to the eye, but it is covered with spikes.

  The back that pretended to be strong stood upright and tense.

   It doesn't seem nervous, but the hand is tightly clutching the fabric on the leg, and the wrinkles have been completely clenched.

  The wet red hijab couldn't stop his fragility under pretending to be calm.

  The visitor stood there quietly, looked at him, and paused for a while.

   Then, take a step forward.

  (end of this chapter)