The solitary lamp swayed. Junxu rested her chin on the desk, her vision gradually blurring. Cai Han, is she also facing the candlelight right now? At this time, she is usually holding him while telling stories.
Her bosom is becoming more and more desolate. Losing him is an unbearable torment. Junxu knows this better than anyone else. After so many people died, she feels that living is an even more important thing. She is doing her best to give Cai Han a better chance to survive.
Tong Li opened the curtain and saw that sight. The useless princess had her chin resting on the desk, her eyes half-drooped, staring at the only flickering candle in the tent. Loneliness was clearly depicted. For a moment, he felt a little sympathy for her.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘Do you think I want to be here?!’
‘If you don’t want to be here, just go. Why make things difficult?’
Tong Li’s face turned red with anger,
‘If it weren’t for the greater good, I wouldn’t even bother to look at you!!! A loser who can’t even protect his own loved one!!!”
Tong Li’s voice was loud. After shouting, he stared at Jun Xu, who was motionless, a little at a loss. His lips trembled a few times, and he couldn’t help but want to look away, but he stubbornly fixed his gaze.
Junxu’s skin was very white, and the candlelight seemed to have seeped into her translucent skin, shining with a pale golden fire. Unfortunately, there was only a small halo of light, and most of her was engulfed in the cold darkness, looking like a small, desperate animal that had struggled to escape the darkness but was exhausted.
Junxu’s handsome eyes were unfocused, with the sadness of a candle that cannot be lit. Tongli felt that he saw Junxu cry, but Her Highness’s face was dry, without a trace of tears.