Chapter 295 Fate is so unfair

  Ling Xue turned her head and saw that Li Feichen also threw the platinum watch aside, mumbling by herself.

   "A fake is always a fake, you say, right?"

  Li Feichen looked at the gap left by the curtains, looked up at the cold moon outside the window, stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch the moonlight, but retracted in panic and worry at the end.

  His body shrank into a ball on the sofa, trembling, crying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

  Lingxue felt pain in her heart, she silently left the room with tears in her eyes, and closed the door behind her.

  She leaned against the wall outside the door, her body slipped slowly, squatting on the ground, and curled up like the man in the room, hugging herself tightly, cold tears slid down her face.

  Your Majesty is always like this, moody, emotionally unstable, obviously so powerful, yet so fragile that it makes people feel distressed.

  She didn't know who the silver moon hidden in her heart was, but she knew that she would never be able to replace that person.

  She is the same as that watch, no matter how good and authentic it is, in the eyes of His Majesty, she is just someone's substitute, a fake!

  …

  Early the next morning, Xiao Jiuhan's suitcase in another hotel was picked up by the manager of the Blue Sea Emperor Palace himself, and sent to Ji Yao's room.

   "Master Rong said, you will have breakfast with him later, and then we will go to Yicheng together."

"understood."

  Xiao Jiuhan took the luggage.

  Ji Yao sat on the ground, with his upper body lying at the end of the bed, sleeping soundly like a dead dog. It seemed that even the thunder of the sky couldn't wake him up.

  Xiao Jiuhan took a shower, changed his clothes, and just came out of the suite when he heard someone knock on the door.

  The door opened, Fu Ronglan entered the room and saw...

  Xiao Jiuhan was dressed in clean and straight clothes, looking radiant and radiant, while Ji Yao pulled his eyelids away with his fingers in pain, looking sluggish.

   "Devil Xiao, you big liar! You are not energetic at all, okay?!"

  Ji Yao struggled feebly to stand up, like a zombie about to crawl out of a coffin.

  With a mournful face, he didn't even have the strength to swear, and with a crying voice of grievance, he wobbled to Fu Ronglan, raised his head, with two big dark circles under his eyes, as if his yang energy had been drained by monsters and ghosts, and greeted Fu Ronglan like a zombie.

"Brother, good morning." Ji Yao shook his head, mournfully, "Brother, why don't you torture the devil to the point where your back hurts, your legs cramp, you can't get out of bed, you can't walk?! I was so hurt by him." It's so painful, woo..."

  Xiao Jiuhan poured a glass of water and drank it gracefully.

  Fu Ronglan glanced at Xiao Jiuhan, then looked at Ji Yao in front of him, and under the eager gaze of those panda eyes, he said, "Fate is so unfair. Some people survived to death, while others starved to death."

   "Puff...cough cough..."

   Xiao Jiuhan, who was standing by the window, quickly turned his back, covered his lips and let out a muffled cough.

"Ah?" Ji Yao practiced all night. At dawn, he tried his best to reach the end of the bed, and then squinted for a while. In those purple eyes, I saw a trace of...envy?

   Damn, what is there to envy? He's dying, okay? Is the eldest brother an M?

  …

  Fu Ronglan's 1201 is very large, with a restaurant for independent dining.

  The three of them had breakfast, um, to be precise, it was Fu Ronglan and Xiao Jiuhan who ate, and Ji Yao fell asleep on the table and drooled contentedly.

  After the meal, Ji Yao was carried away by the crew, Xiao Jiuhan and Fu Ronglan were in the same car, heading to their destination this time, Yicheng.

  (end of this chapter)