Lin Qingge nodded silently, and Chu Nanfeng's tense body gradually relaxed.
He carried her into the carriage. There was a small heater inside, which was in sharp contrast to the cold outside.
As the curtains were lowered, all the cold seemed to be shut out.
…
Back at the General's Mansion, the sky became increasingly gloomy. It's obviously noon, but it feels like evening is coming.
As soon as they entered, Luo Hong brought hot tea: "General, Madam, it's cold, drink some hot tea to warm yourself up."
Lin Qingge took a few symbolic sips and said, "Go and arrange for the kitchen to boil some hot water. I want to soak myself in it."
"It's already cooked. When you come back, we've arranged for someone to fetch water."
She nodded slightly and looked up at Chu Nanfeng.
He understood that he was being asked to leave: "Okay, I'll go to the study first, and we'll have dinner together later."
Chu Nanfeng walked out of the house, and Lin Qingge waited for the bathtub to be filled with hot water before asking Luo Hong and others to leave.
She soaked her whole body in a bucket of hot water, soothing every nerve.
The kitchen cooked Lin Qingge's favorite dishes as instructed, and Chu Nanfeng went to call Lin Qingge in person.
When he opened the door and walked into the bedroom, he saw a woman sitting on the bed in a daze.
She was wearing a light cyan dress, her long wet hair was spread over her shoulders, her eyes were dull, and she didn't know where her thoughts were drifting.
He walked over and naturally picked up a handkerchief and wiped her long hair: "It's such a cold day and you don't dry it. Your cold is not completely cured yet. What should you do if it gets worse?"
It's hard to imagine that a person as decisive and decisive as him could have such a gentle and caring side.
She felt his movements and bit her lip lightly, but did not speak.
Chu Nanfeng wiped her hair until it was half dry: "It's cold outside, don't go to the flower hall today, just eat in the room."
"Okay." She nodded, and before she could move, he picked her up.
The kitten-like woman in her arms was so light that she had almost no weight, but the strength of Chu Nanfeng's hug continued to increase.
His heart was panicking, as if she would leave him at any time, and only by hugging her tightly could his irritable mind get a moment of peace of mind.
"Chu Nanfeng, it hurts."
Her low voice sounded, and he suddenly realized: "I'm sorry."
As his movements slowed, she was placed on the edge of the table.
Not long after, the servants set a table full of dishes.
Lin Qingge ate very slowly, as if he was carefully savoring every bite.
Chu Nanfeng has a military style and naturally eats much faster than her, but at this time he matched her speed.
In fact, she stared down at her meal and he looked at him.
The whole process was very quiet, so quiet that it was disconcerting.
After dinner, she asked Luo Hong to make a pot of tea, and sat on the soft couch in a daze holding the tea cup.
The rain outside became heavier, and even if the doors and windows were closed, the sound of pattering could still be heard.
Chu Nanfeng looked at her quietly for a long time, then walked over and looked down at the woman who was in a daze: "Didn't you say you wanted to check my wound?"
Although they were alone, he felt that there were thousands of mountains and oceans separating them, which was insurmountable.
He was used to her talkative chatter, and his life became silent even with the sudden silence.
"Let's talk." She looked up at him and said word by word.
His body became stiff, and an unprecedented panic came over him.
After a moment of silence, he sat on the soft couch next to him.
It's not that her inner clothes are very casual and her long hair hangs down naturally. He is still wearing a brocade robe when going out, and he has the unique noble temperament of a noble child.
"Just say what you want to say." His voice was very calm and calm, "I will help you whatever you want to do. Grandma Liu's death is inseparable from me. It is also because of my arrangements. It's not thorough enough that it makes you sad. You can use any way you want to retaliate against me..."
There were only two of them in the room, and it was very quiet. The only sound was the sound of rain, and the man's voice was particularly low: "But I will not agree to peace."
Lin Qingge looked at his handsome face and laughed out loud: "Obviously I wanted to talk, but you said so much before I even spoke. You also made a request, do you think it's appropriate?"
It seems that she is allowed to do anything, but it invisibly marks the scope. It is domineering and strong in the heart.
Chu Nanfeng pursed her thin lips slightly, and her eyes, which were always as deep as water, showed uneasiness: "Are you sure you want to make peace?"
Lin Qingge looked at him, unable to nod or shake his head.
Finally, it was a long sigh.
"You tried your best. I don't blame you, and I can't blame you. Besides, it's not your fault no matter how you say it." She took a sip of the hot tea that no longer burned her mouth. There was a smile on her lips, but her eyes were With sadness, "I bear the consequences of the choices I make. I don't blame you, I really don't blame you."
She said many times that she didn't blame him, but in her heart she didn't know who to blame for this matter.
Is it the Lin family?
Lin Qingge closed his eyes, and his voice was choked with sobs: "I'm so tired. I really want to think about a lot of things seriously these days, but I can't think of anything clearly. I don't know what I should do, and I can't think of anything clearly." I don’t know how to get along with you..."
"so?"
His eyes were staring at her motionless, and his hands were clenched into fists. Did she have to leave?
If she forced it...
Panic surged out, but it only took a moment for him to calm down, thinking clearly and coldly.
He won't let her go until he dies.
Lin Qingge looked into his beautiful eyes, opened her mouth several times, and finally said: "Give me some time, give me some space, let me think carefully."
Peace and separation?
She had thought about it countless times.
But ever since she discovered her feelings for him, she felt relieved, and the occasional mention was just a casual mention. But with the death of Aunt Liu, she suddenly thought that they had been together by mistake from the beginning, so how could the result be right?
But after much thought, she couldn't make up her mind and couldn't let go.
No one can bear to be tempted, let alone the one who deceived her in the first place?
But it was impossible for her to pretend that Grandma Liu's death had never happened and continue to live a sweet life with him.
Her wet nurse is dead, no, it was the original owner’s wet nurse.
Whether she was herself or the original owner, someone who could not be ignored died because of her.
The man looked at her dazed face and said in a very depressed voice: "What are you thinking about?"
"There are so many courtyards in the General's Mansion. You can arrange any one for me."
Before she could finish speaking, he refused: "No."
Even if the two of them are in the same space, he feels that she is far away. If we are separated, is the distance still far away?
Lin Qingge looked at him with calm eyes: "Do you want me not to live in the General's Mansion?"
Chu Nanfeng pursed her thin lips into a straight line, her jawline tightened even more, and dark thoughts emerged in her mind...
