Chapter 120 Saving the Paranoid 12
His reflection was reflected in Lingyao's empty eyes.
In Murong Jing's sight, he saw Lingyao looking at him with a cold expression.
She could clearly see that he was covered in wounds, yet she just turned around and left.
The cold wind blew in through the half-open door, cooling even the hot blood that was still clinging to body temperature.
Murong Jing sat there, his black hair as silky as silk falling down as he lowered his head.
Beneath the long black eyelashes, there is a muddy darkness.
He was left alone again in the empty and dark bedroom.
He was alone again...
The difference is that it is now midsummer, but there was a lot of snow that year.
It was so big that it almost buried him in the snow.
"Why is His Highness standing in the snow again? His injuries haven't fully healed yet. If the Lord finds out when he returns, we'll be in trouble."
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let His Highness hear you."
Recently, His Highness is increasingly unable to bear hearing them mention the Master, and what the palace maid didn't say was...
She always felt that the adults would never come back.
However, after two days, the palace maids discovered that the prince no longer stood in the snow.
He began to get up early every day to read, write and practice martial arts.
Everything was going on just as the adults had done before.
But this is the strangest part.
When he read, he would sit next to where the adults often lay down to rest.
When I come across a word I don’t know, I ask the air.
“Is that how it’s pronounced?”
When practicing martial arts, they would put a lounge chair outside and bring a stove and blanket to one side.
"I have learned the ninth form of the new religion. I will show you how to do it."
However, the injury on his shoulder had not healed yet, and he was sweating profusely after just two rounds of training.
He swung it over and over again as if torturing himself.
The snow flew up and down at the tip of his knife.
Finally, he half-knelt on the ground, using his sword to support his falling body.
That was the first time the two palace maids saw the Crown Prince shed tears.
Life is much better now than before.
But he was a person who had never shed a tear no matter how others bullied him.
At this moment, a hot bead rolled down from his eyes.
It flowed down the boy's cold, pale face to his chin.
It crashed into the snow and quickly disappeared.
He begged with an almost trembling voice.
"I love her so much but she won't come."
"She doesn't love me anymore..."
The only person in the world who loves him no longer loves him.
After several ordeals, Murong Jing had to stay in bed for three whole months.
After recovering from a serious illness, the two palace maids were still worried that Murong Jing would do something shocking again.
This time Murong Jing didn't have that at all.
He began to return to his life long ago, to the days when she had never been there.
He thought everything was back to square one.
But she came again.
The wound on his shoulder caused by her was not caused by his carelessness, but Murong Jing was too familiar with her stabbing posture.
She taught him all his martial arts, how could he not recognize her.
So, how long are you going to stay this time?
Please stay a little longer.
The gift he had custom-made for her wasn't exquisite enough.
The materials for forging the chains had just been obtained.
Such beautiful claws must be matched with the best.
Murong Jing didn't apply any medicine and just turned around and went to bed.
He had intentionally injured himself so that she could see it.
But I didn't expect that she saw it and turned away.
The wound, which had originally felt nothing, seemed to suddenly feel a slight pain.
Murong Jing shrank back and closed his eyes with a pale face.
The moonlight crept in along the windowsill.
With a creak, the door opened.
Lingyao came in with the medicine and sat down beside the bed.