After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 32 Song Huai Can't Marry Your Highness

That night, Shen Qianzhao had a dream, dreaming back to his previous life
"I like you, don't you know?" Outside the palace, Shen Qianzhao, dressed as a court lady, tugged at the sleeve of Song Huai who was holding a knife, with a stubborn face.

Song Huai's face was stern, his arm holding the knife tightened unconsciously, and he deliberately lowered his voice, "I don't know, Your Highness, please go back to the palace."

Shen Qianzhao bit her lower lip, "Then you know now."

Song Huaimo.

Shen Qianzhao took down a dark blue purse from her waist, which she had embroidered by herself, double-sided, with bamboo patterns on the outside, opened, and Song Huai and her own name were embroidered on the other side.

Huai and Zhao take one character each.

This is Shen Qianzhao's little girl's mind at the beginning of her love.

Two blushes floated on her cheeks, and she handed the purse to Song Huai, "I heard from Chengfeng that your birthday is coming soon, and I don't know the exact date, so I thought, it would be better to give it away sooner."

Song Huai held his hand stiffly, but refused to pick it up.

He knew very well that once he picked it up, there was no going back.

He didn't, and neither did the little highness in front of him who had just begun to love.

Shen Qianzhao's hand, holding the purse, just stopped in mid-air. If she didn't take it back, Song Huai would not accept it either.

Song Huai's refusal was already obvious, and it was impossible for Shen Qianzhao not to see it.

But when she thought about it, Song Huai's thoughtfulness, gentleness, those gentle voices, and those actions that seemed to be pampering were all fake?
"Don't you really like me at all?" Shen Qianzhao asked with difficulty.

Her gaze was fixed on the person in front of her, but Song Huai in front of her, like many times, just kept silent, not answering or denying, let alone responding.

After waiting for a long time, Shen Qianzhao, who didn't get an answer, had red eyes. She raised her head, suppressing the sourness in her eyes, "So, why do you treat me so well and care so much?"

Since you don't like me, why do you coax me when I'm hurt, why do you take care of me and feed me medicine when I'm sick, why do you coax me and hug me when I'm sad.
If you really don't like it, why do you do that, why do you want me to like you
Shen Qianzhao stared at Song Huai with red eyes, as if he wanted an explanation and an answer from him.

Song Huai looked at Shen Qianzhao in front of him, those red eyes, that stubbornness, seemed to dissipate at any moment, he clenched his hands, his mind was full of what the master said when he left Beijing that day, all Make all the arrangements.

Song Huai secretly took a deep breath, "Your Highness is Your Highness."

The implication is that those are what he should do.

Shen Qianzhao couldn't hold it back, his heart was full of sourness, a wave of pain filled his heart, and he almost cried out, "But you Song Huai are just Song Huai!"

As Song Huai, you don't need to do those things at all.

"Because it's Song Huai, so I can't marry Your Highness." Song Huai's thin lips parted slightly, and the cool words slowly came out from between his lips and teeth.

Shen Qianzhao's hot tears overflowed his eyes, slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes, and hit Song Huai's heart hard.

He severely suppressed the hand that was about to reach out, and held the sword tightly, afraid that he would not be able to bear it, and stretched out his hand again like before.

Looking at Song Huai, who was calm and calm, without any emotional change, Shen Qianzhao felt unwilling, she took a step forward, grabbed Song Huai's neckline with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and leaned forward
It doesn't matter, she can take the initiative and walk towards Song Huai, even if Song Huai just stands there.

Shen Qianzhao raised her head and wanted to kiss Song Huai, her movements were a little jerky, even though she mustered up her courage, she was more shy than courageous, and her movements were slow.

But when it was about to paste, Song Huai turned his face away and took half a step back.

Shen Qianzhao froze in place, tears "slapped" and hit Song Huai on the back of Shen Qianzhao's hand.

All of a sudden, the temperature of hot tears burned Song Huai.

(End of this chapter)