Traveling through the battle with the evil emperor: the queen is too hard to pet

Chapter 381 Broken Heart 2
Xia Xiaowei had been holding back her tears, so she didn't want to cry. It's not worth crying for a heartless man.

She doesn't care, what is love, if you lose it, you lose it.

But why is there always an uncomfortable feeling in the nose and throat, and the desire to vent?
Yue Guming's words completely broke the defense line in her heart, and the tears rushed out of her eyes in spite of her control.

The coming is ferocious.

Xia Xiaowei was not a person who cared too much about her image, she was a person who didn't stick to small details, but Yue Guming made her feel like an amiable brother next door, she had nothing to be shy about.

Therefore, I really lay down on the ground and let the tears flow out happily.

She had endured it just now, but now that she was crying, her tears were like a flood that burst a bank, and could no longer be stopped.

Moreover, she didn't want to stop it.

Just cry, she's just sad, what's there to be ashamed of?
She was lying on the grass, looking extremely unimpressive.

Just let her indulge for a while.

It took a long time before Xia Xiaowei stopped crying.

Still not wanting to get up, lying on the grass, with his head sideways, his face resting on his arms, staring blankly at the starry sky in the dark night.

The place where she was lying on her stomach happened to be a slope, condescending, and there was no obstruction in front of her, so she could have a panoramic view of the scenery.

There is no moon tonight, only a sky full of stars.

The starlight fell on the stream below, and the stream was also shining.

In the silent night, the autumn insects were singing carefreely.

Amidst the chirping of silent insects, a melodious flute sounded suddenly.

It is Yue Guming.

He actually carried a flute with him, she didn't even know it.

Xia Xiaowei lay on the grass, listening to the soothing sound of the flute, her mood slowly calmed down with the sound of the flute.

However, after only listening to a short piece of music, Xia Xiaowei got up from the grass in surprise, opened her mouth wide and looked at Yue Guming who was standing by the stream and playing the flute.

She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, yes, it was really Yue Guming playing the flute.

He was still wearing white clothes with fluttering sleeves, so elegant in the dark night.

It was clearly a handsome man in ancient costume.

But how could he play this piece?

(End of this chapter)