Lord, he teased me again

Chapter 202

The picture scroll was unfolded, and an extremely familiar face came into view.

Xia Jingrong's heart twitched slightly.

But it was only for a moment, before that trace of joy was condensed into substance, his eyes turned cold.

The man in the painting is dressed in purple, with a handsome face and a cold expression.

That kind of coldness is not the coldness of character, but the indifference and alienation from the bones that transcend the world, as if everything in the world is out of sight and out of mind.

The person who painted this painting is not outstanding in painting skills, but the person in the painting seems to be alive.

Every stroke is extremely smooth, even the color of the clothes is just right, it's like... It's like I've drawn it thousands of times, even with my eyes closed, I can still draw it.

What kind of investment, how long does it take to practice, and how deeply do you want to make such a painting?

Or, in other words, what kind of affection does it take to draw such a picture?

Xia Jingrong's fingers on the table curled up unconsciously.

The painting is not signed.

The person in this painting has a face exactly like him.

But the person in the painting is not him.

But he knew who the person who wrote the painting was.

Xia Jingrong closed her eyes.

Scenes of the past came to mind.

From the dungeon of Prince Chen's Mansion, the first time he saw Qing Xuan, he knew that she was looking at him, but she wasn't looking at him.

Many times, he could clearly feel that she was looking at another person through him.

Look at that person with that obsessive, affectionate, expectant, and persistent eyes.

It's just that he never thought about it deeply.

He knew that she had a secret, and knew that maybe he might resemble someone in her eyes, but he thought it was just a secret.

Until this moment, until this scroll was unfolded in front of him.

He understood in an instant.

Not somewhat similar, but exactly the same.

There is a secret, but the secret is that she loves a person deeply, a person who looks exactly like him.

When this fact was suddenly unfolded in front of him and exploded in his heart, Xia Jingrong almost couldn't stand up, and fell down on the chair behind him.

Tilt your head slightly.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out that the first time she saw him, she found out that he had been poisoned by a demon, and wanted to save him because of these similar eyes.

It turned out that after they met, she was so close to him, she cut her wrist and handed the blood to his lips, because he had a face that was exactly the same as the one she loved deeply.

It turned out that she frequently looked at him in a daze because of this face.

It turned out that on the day when my aunt passed away, she threw herself into his arms in a breakdown, and the inaudible name that she whispered softly was indeed someone.

It turned out that when he saw the snow on the mountain that day, the confusion he saw in her eyes was because she thought of someone else.

original……

It turned out that the person in her heart was not him.

Xia Jingrong's fingers clenched tighter and tighter, until bloodshot from the palm of his hand, he still felt that it was not enough.

When Yu Fenglin reunited, he gave her that golden hairpin and asked her to do something to him.

He wanted to tell her that he liked her.

He, Xia Jingrong, loves Qingxuan.

I wanted to tell her that, I wanted to tell her that when I gave her the map today.

I want to ask her if she is connected with him, and if she is willing to walk the rest of her life with him.

He hadn't had time to ask.

I know the answer first.

The answer is: no.

The answer is that she has other wishes.

The promised person is not him.

not him.

Xia Jingrong raised his hand and gently covered his eyes.

(End of this chapter)