Liu Siyan stared blankly at her palm and didn't speak for a long time.
After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "You didn't destroy it?"
"Yeah." Zheng Xiyao responded softly.
The man suddenly grabbed Zheng Xiyao, hugged her tightly, buried his head in her neck, and murmured to himself: "Ayao, Ayao."
Like a big dog who has been wronged and looking for comfort.
Her body was forced to fall backwards, and Zheng Xiyao firmly grasped the man's waist when she was about to lose her balance: "Zichen, get up first."
"No." The man rubbed his head on her neck and muttered.
Zheng Xiyao's waist was about to be broken. She pinched the male protagonist's waist hard, and the man's body trembled and he let go of her.
She took the opportunity to stuff the sachet in his hand into his palm, and quickly hid aside, looking at the man holding his waist and grinning at her,
"Hey, Yao'er, you!" The male protagonist couldn't help but look at the woman in front of him who was covering her mouth and shaking her shoulders.
He unconsciously clenched the object in his hand, and then he realized that there was a foreign object in his palm.
It's that sachet.
My heart was complicated for a moment.
This was the first gift he got on his birthday, and it was also a gift made by Zheng Xiyao himself. He once used this as a token of love with Zheng Xiyao.
So when it was destroyed, he was completely devastated.
"Yao'er, I'm very happy that this is your birthday gift specially given to me."
"Haha." Zheng Xiyao avoided Liu Siyan's gaze in embarrassment.
This matter is still a mistake.
In order to save a few points, the stingy system caused her to waste a lot of time when she returned to the city and almost missed the male protagonist's birthday.
…
It's late at night in the palace, and the snow is falling lightly.
The young man was sitting alone in the courtyard of the cold palace, wearing a dark red python robe, his hair tied up in a high bun, and his long black skirt spread out like water.
The cold wind howled, the moon was pale, and the snow as fine as grinding jade fell, sprinkling on the toes of his boots and turning into ice crystals. The young man stared into the distance with deep eyes.
This situation, in Zheng Xiyao's eyes, is like a moving beautiful painting. The young man in the painting makes people feel pity for him.
[It’s all you, I said I could redeem points for a ‘A Thousand Miles of Moment’, what do you think I should do? 】Zheng Xiyao complained about the system.
[Who would have thought that the male protagonist would be so stubborn. Besides, don’t you know what your situation is? You have been in this world for so long and your points are less than 100. If your points are lower than 0, you will be wiped out. 】
[This...] Zheng Xiyao agreed with what the system said but still couldn't live with it in terms of face. [Even so, one teleportation only costs thirty points. 】
[Host, what are you going to do later? These points are not enough to save your life. Do you think these points are too much now? 】The system has obviously entered the 'mom nagging' mode, nagging in her mind.
Zheng Xiyao had to forcibly cut off the connection with the system.
The world is finally quiet.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her clothes, and mustered up the courage to walk towards the waiting boy.
"Your Highness." Zheng Xiyao called the hero softly.
"Yao'er!" The male protagonist spotted Zheng Xiyao and quickly approached her.
At this time, the breath of the two people who were close turned into a white mist in the cold air.
There was a layer of frost on the young man's eyebrows and eyelashes, his face was red from the cold, and his lips were purple.
"Your Highness, how long have you been waiting?" Zheng Xiyao put her hand on the young man's eyebrows and wiped away the frosty color: "If I didn't come, would Your Highness keep waiting?"
"I know Yao'er will definitely come back." The young man's eyes were clear and bright, as crystal clear as a pool of clear water. There was a sense of confidence and determination in his eyes, as if he had unshakable power.
Zheng Xiyao looked at the young man's bun and looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I didn't catch up with His Highness's crowning ceremony."
The corners of the young man's eyes were curved, with a soft light shining in his eyes. He trembled his lips gently, revealing his neat and white teeth, revealing a feeling of innocence and brightness.
"What about Yao'er's gift?"
"Gift..." Zheng Xiyao's heart skipped a beat [System, can points be used to redeem gifts? 】
system:【……】
【system? 】
Just when Zheng Xiyao thought the system had disappeared, she suddenly remembered:
[If you are looking for death, you can try it. 】
【What should we do? Men want gifts? This is the hero! Do you dare not to give it? 】
[Didn’t you make one two days ago? 】
[Um...] Zheng Xiyao hesitated, not because she was reluctant to part with it, but mainly because she really couldn't take it.
"Yao'er, what's wrong? It doesn't matter if you're not prepared. I'm very happy that you can come."
The boy looked at the girl's changing expressions and couldn't help but feel amused. It was originally a joke, but it seemed that the girl took it seriously.
It’s just that Liu Siyan couldn’t help but admire the beautiful girl after not seeing her for a long time:
The girl wore a thick white mink cloak and exquisite jewelry. Her hair was braided into a beautiful bun, her red lips were slightly open, and she breathed out white moisture. Despite the cold weather, she still maintained a proud posture, exuding unparalleled temperament and confidence.
The eyes are rolling around, smart and cute.
"How is that possible? Of course I prepared a gift." The girl was trying to show off her strength, groping around her waist for a while, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she pulled out a green sachet.
She hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes, and quickly stuffed the sachet into the boy's hand: "I embroidered this with my own hands, don't dislike it."
"Did you embroider it?"
"Um."
Zheng Xiyao waited for a long time, but did not wait for any further words. She quietly opened her eyes and found that the young man was staring at the crooked eight-scented sachet she had embroidered tenderly, with the corner of his mouth almost reaching her earlobes.
"Did you really do it, Yao'er?"
"Of course, I stayed up all night to make this sachet, and my hands were broken." Seeing that the young man didn't believe it, Zheng Xiyao quickly waved her scarred fingers in front of him.
"What?" The young man panicked and eagerly grabbed Zheng Xiyao's hand to examine it carefully.
"It's okay. It's already healed. The scabs are all gone." Zheng Xiyao comforted her and decisively pulled her hands away.
She didn't say that although she made the sachet herself, it was not actually a gift to him, but just a work of her own hands.
But under the current situation, she didn't dare to tell the truth.
After this incident, the male protagonist has been carrying the ugly sachet with him. Of course, he has also been laughed at by many people.
Zheng Xiyao also asked him why he liked it so much. After all, even she would not take out this sachet unless she had no choice.
"This is the first time I've received a sincere gift from someone."
Zheng Xiyao remained silent and never mentioned this matter again.
Their relationship also became closer because of this incident.
Until that day, she personally destroyed the 'sachet' in front of Liu Siyan.
Their relationship was shattered.
And now, when this intact sachet returns to the hands of the male protagonist, can they also go back to the past?
Zheng Xiyao didn't dare to think deeply.
