Since she can't get what she loves, it is better to fulfill others, which can be regarded as a happy thing in the world.
The chess pieces fell, the lights knocked down, and the night was getting deeper.
Seeing that Chongmen Huan was already sleepy, Yan Jiuming stopped his hand, and his subordinates were still a game of endgame, and neither of them finally solved it.
"Go to sleep!"
His voice was hoarse, it sounded a little magnetic, very sultry, Chongmen Huan remembered that in the past, when this voice whispered softly in her ear, it would make her intoxicated, and now that she listens, there are no waves in her heart.
Sure enough, time has passed, and everything is changing.
The only constant in this world is time, and time is the ultimate winner.
Chongmen Huan Yiyan = got up, and found that Yan Jiuming was still sitting there, and she didn't seem to be ready to go in to rest, she was a little glad in her heart, this man did what he said, he didn't mean to touch her.
"The concubine went to rest first!"
She didn't dare to say anything about waiting for him to rest, nor did she dare to say that he should rest early, for fear of causing embarrassment.
Yan Jiuming nodded, and sat there alone facing a game of chess, but he had no intention of playing again.
She slept on this bed in the Fuxing Hall countless times before, but now when she lay down again, she felt extremely unfamiliar, whether it was a thing or a person, many things were different, and even the mood was already very different.
The man, as if trying to make her sleep better, put out some of the lights in the hall, leaving only a dull oil lamp, burning slowly on the low table.
It never seems to go out, and it can burn until the end of time.
When she first lay down, she was still a little uneasy in her heart, but as sleepiness hit, she finally didn't want to think about anything else, if Yan Jiuming broke her promise, then she couldn't do anything about him, and now, she was still in his hands, let him slaughter.
I don't know how long she slept, she was woken up by the thunder outside, the huge raindrops on the leaves, rustling, lightning and thunder, sounding particularly terrible.
She opened her eyes vaguely, the oil lamp in the hall was still on, and through the curtain, she could see Yan Jiuming still sitting on the warm couch.
He sat there with a red object in his hand, rubbing his fingers over and over again.
She rubbed her eyes, and the light in front of her was a little brighter, and by the light of the lightning, she could see clearly what he was holding in his hand, which was a red concentric knot, with a beautiful knot.
Her body shuddered violently at the sight of this thing.
This concentric knot was made by her.
She is not very good at needlework for her boudoir children, because she spends most of her time on occult martial arts, and she is not so concerned about the objects of her daughter's house.
Thinking about fiddling with needlework, I still learned the fashion and wanted to make some love tokens for Yan Jiuming.
Similar to some sachets, some intimate things.
When the sachet was halfway done, I felt that it was meaningless, and gave up, and occasionally saw the concentric knot, which felt very suitable for the two of them.
I put a lot of effort into getting this thing day and night, and finally got it right, but the effect was unsatisfactory.