Ten years, in which suffering is enough to destroy a person's initial enthusiasm.
Her young man Shen Chang'an, who had the most wanton and frivolous youth, did not have a peaceful and good life, suffering and turbulence, and finally turned him from that beautiful boy into a man who could take charge of himself and turn suffering and pain into hatred and ambition.
Her teenager died in that disaster.
Today's Shen Chang'an, he is the king of the cold city that stands up to the sky, and she is no longer the same as before.
If even if Shen Changan let her know that he was still alive, maybe now, her fate and his fate would be a little different.
She is willing to help him share the hardships he has endured in the past ten years.
It's just that he didn't come!
It's his choice!
She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, which were already red.
The matter of fate is the most difficult to decide, she and Shen Changan, in this world, have gone around and around or returned to the original point, but the scars left by time on each other in the past ten years cannot be healed.
After all, they are not their original selves.
When Chang Ling came in from outside the door, he saw Chongmen Huan kneeling in front of King Han's bed, doing nothing, kneeling there quietly all the time.
He looked at King Han, who was lying on the bed, and there was nothing out of the ordeal.
It looked like nothing had happened.
"Niangniang, the medicine you asked for has been caught!"
Chang Ling held a few packets of medicine in his hand and called out to Chongmenhuan, his voice was not loud, but it was obvious that Chongmenhuan seemed to be taken aback.
It should have been just now, she had been immersed in her thoughts, not knowing what she was thinking, and was startled by Chang Ling's sudden voice.
She didn't look back, but just ordered lightly: "Take it and let the purple clothes suffer, mix it with three bowls of water, fry it out a bowl, the fire can't be big, you have to fry it slowly!"
” "Good!"
Chang Ling bowed down and went out and handed the medicine to the purple and red clothes who were standing outside the door.
Ziyi took the medicine and went down to fry it, leaving Hongyi and Chang Ling standing outside the door, Chang Ling was a little hesitant, but he still opened his mouth: "Why don't you wait inside?"
” "Mother, let us wait outside!"
Hongyi replied respectfully, after all, in the past, it was Changling and Changsheng who cultivated them, and they were like masters.
"How long has the mother been in there?"
"You just left us and came out of it!"
Hongyi saw that Chang Ling's face seemed to be a little unpleasant, so he asked strangely: "Niang Niang is checking King Han's pulse inside, what's wrong with this?"
” Chang Ling shook his head: "I don't know either, I'm just a little worried!"
” What he thought was that at this time, Chongmen was unconscious, would the mask on his face be uncovered by Chongmen Huan?
If that's the case, has Chongmen Huan already seen through Chongmen's identity?
If she knew that the heavy door in front of her was not her third brother at all, then things would be very bad.
Immediately remorseful, he knew that if this was the case, he asked Hongyi or Ziyi to go to buy medicine, and he stayed by himself, so that he could watch the heavy door die.
However, when he thought about it, he thought that maybe he was thinking too much.
If Chongmen Huan had already known Chongmen's identity, then she would have left to report the news before he came back, but she didn't.
Probably I didn't find anything out of the ordinary.
Thinking like this, it can be regarded as self-comfort, and Chang Ling's heart is a little relieved.
The identity of the heavy door is a big secret, if it is known by others, it will definitely lead to the disaster of killing!