Mischievous Love: Don't Mess With Your Royal Highness

Chapter 51 Restless Heart, Kiss You (5)

His heart was in a mess like a twisted rope, why did he do anything wrong whenever he met her?
"Go away, I don't want to see you, please go away..."

She loathes him, thinking of this,

He felt extremely uncomfortable, finally gritted his teeth, and left the teaching building with a big stride.

Qiao Yu squatted down against the wall, and wept softly with her head on her knees.

Why did she have to encounter such a thing?She offended no one, hurt no one,

Why this is so, she doesn't understand, she doesn't understand...

After an unknown amount of time, when the sun slanted on her body, she gradually stopped crying.

The small trouser legs between the knees were soaked with tears. Fortunately, he was wearing dark trousers, which could not be seen by others.

The eyelids were soaked in tears for too long, which gave her a heavy swollen feeling, and she dared not touch them.

"How are you?"

A very careful question, a soft boy's voice sounded above her head.

Her shoulders trembled slightly,

Slowly raised his head.

In the dim white light,
A boy in a snow-colored sweater with a gentle face was looking at her worriedly.

"Yu Xiang!"

She hurriedly stood up and quickly wiped away the tears on her face with her sleeve.

"Are you crying?"

Yu Xiang stared blankly at her face, her eyes were red and swollen like a rabbit, and there were still traces of tears on her delicate face.

"No!"

She shook her head hurriedly, forcing out a smile: "It's sand that got into my eyes, I'm fine."

"is it?"

He looked at her thoughtfully, Liuli's eyes were still slightly worried.

"what?"

She found that he was holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his hand, and asked in confusion:

"Yuxiang, where are you going?"

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes:
"Today is the anniversary of my father's death, and I'm here to mourn him."

"May I go and see my uncle?"

"of course can."

The wind blows towards the face slightly with a little warm breath.

On the grass slope, the green and tender grass swayed in the wind.

The shower of rain last night was like a fairy in the sky sprinkled the holy dew of rebirth to the world,

It penetrates from the bright yellow soil to the depths of every grass root, and then penetrates upwards from the crisp and thin grass roots.

(End of this chapter)