Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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Morning Dew Extra: Me and two women! (14)

I regretted it, for the first time in my life, regretted it.

I regret that I didn't promise her yesterday, and I will leave with her.

Last night, I stayed up all night, thinking about her invitation all night. [

The reason why I hesitated was because my mother asked me to leave here, and I could no longer take care of Jin Cangu.

My mother also said, don't let me fall in love with any woman easily. It seems too hasty to be with her just because I like her.

I am no longer as impulsive as I was when I was young. I would impulsively eat fruits that I don’t know whether they are poisonous or not because of a momentary greed.

Now, making such a decision is really difficult for me.

But, now, everything is too late.

What I predicted didn't happen as I predicted.

She was gone like this, or, forever.

We will never have the chance to meet again. Thinking of this, my heart hurts again.

Carrying breakfast, I walked out of her room again, my steps seemed to be filled with lead.

Without breakfast, I went directly to the warehouse, took out the cocoons I picked, sorted out the silk ends, and pulled out the golden silk.

I usually do familiar work, but this time, I always make mistakes.

For a whole day, I was in a state of confusion, not knowing what I was doing.

Didn't eat a mouthful of food, didn't drink a mouthful of water.

It wasn't until the room was so dark that I couldn't see the silk head clearly that I realized that it was already dark.

This was the most distraught time I've ever been apart from the day my mother died.

I lit the lamp, went upstairs, and sat on the piano bench.

I seemed to hear her lazy and arrogant voice again, "Chen Lu, play some tune!"

Turning to look at the bamboo chair by the window, the chair is empty, and Yiren is nowhere to be seen.

Raise your hand and touch the strings, and the sound of the piano will flow out automatically, but it is the sad "Remembering the Old". [

This song was made by my mother for my father.

My mother always likes to play this song whenever it rains. I know she is missing her father.

The first time I took the initiative to pop up, I was missing a woman who might have betrayed my mother.