The Regent's Tender Darling

A young man in white clothes came towards her. She knew that he didn't like white clothes, but she liked him. There were a few pear blossoms embroidered on his chest.

Because the embroidery is mixed with silver thread, it looks eye-catching and soft in the sunlight.

For a moment, she felt that Cheng Lang was back.

But he and he are different after all.

He is not her prime minister, he poisoned her prime minister!

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" As the voice got closer and closer, someone sat beside the bed, smelling of pear blossoms and alcohol.

This smell feels like spring has arrived and pear blossoms are blooming.

"Ayuan, you're here." Yan condensed all the emotions in her eyes and replaced them with a touch of gentleness.

Without her reaching out to hold his hand, he had already wrapped her hand in his palm.

A warmth came from her hands, but it made her heart feel colder and colder.

"Sister, your hands are so cold." Liu Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with self-blame and guilt. He held the jade fingers in his palm to his lips and breathed lightly.

How could he not know why A Ning was sick? Yu Jincheng died, naturally because of Yu Jincheng's illness.

He was not jealous of a dead person, but he felt sorry for Ah Ning and his sweetheart.

He was reluctant to hurt her at all, even he tried to be gentle with certain things, but he still hurt her.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have."

"I don't care." Her tone was soft. After Yan Ning said this, her eyes turned red uncontrollably. She looked at the person in front of her with no love at all, only hidden hatred.

How could Liu Zhiyuan not see that A Ning hated him, but A Ning still cared about Yu Jincheng.

Even if Yu Jincheng hurt her countless times, he could not shake Yu Jincheng's position in her heart.

What on earth...does he mean to her?

Is it just absurdity in the peach blossom forest?

Maybe he should have woken up long ago. It was not him who A Ning called at that time, but Yu Jincheng.

"Sister, don't cry."

"At least...don't cry for him in front of me, please."

Facing Liu Zhiyuan's aggrieved and sad eyes, Yan Ning's hands trembled slightly.

what is she doing? She couldn't mess things up, she wanted to help Ah Xuan.

Smiling gently, she used the strength of his hand to change from sitting down to sitting up.

"Ayuan, stay with me, okay?"

The soft tone and the gleaming eyes are the gentleness that can make people fall into it if they are not careful.

"Sister, do you really want Ayuan to stay?" The cold voice made Yan Ning pause.

Maybe he shouldn't ask, he already knew the answer from the beginning.

He gently reached out and took her into his arms. She had lost weight. She had lost a lot of weight. She was so thin that it made him feel distressed.

The person in her arms was more or less stiff, but Ah Ning still resisted him, more fiercely than ever before.

He pulled the quilt to cover the person, patted the quilt gently to comfort him, and the person in his arms gradually relaxed.

He looked down at the face that was looking at him. It was thin and delicate, and everything was just right. Every little flaw was just the way he liked it.

He leaned down and gently leaned towards her ear, holding his beads on his lips. A deep voice and warm breath came at the same time.

"Sister, you know that I will never miss any opportunity to stay by your side, so why do you bother?"

The person in his arms didn't move, but he could feel that she was...trembling.

He knew from the beginning what A Ning wanted him to do, and he knew all her little tricks.

"Sister, at least give Ayuan a promise."