Ice concubine of the cold king

Chapter 173 The Unfeeled Love

After being stunned for a long time, he slowly removed his hand from my wrist: "Okay!" After speaking, he left without looking back.

I looked at the door that was still shaking, and the emotion in my heart was empty at this moment, like a cocoon that had been pulled out of its silk.

"Moon."

When I was still in a daze, Yang Ling's cry of the moon woke me up.

"I'm fine." I answered him bluntly, but I looked embarrassed.

I bowed my head in silence, not daring to look at him again.My heart is very chaotic now, with no direction, and I don't feel that I have any mood to talk about other things or do other things.

"Yue'er, put these things aside for now, let's go for a walk first." Yang Ling smiled lightly, and could see that he was trying his best to hide his emotions, but I couldn't read his heart.

go out for a walk?He means let me go out to relax?

I fixedly glanced at him, thought about it, yes, although I am depressed now, but I have to face it, because I am not only Snow King, I also have Qin Yi, Yang Ling, and those who are still popular. The lady controls the people.

For the dead, all I can do for them is to seek justice, and for the living, although I can't protect them, I must at least not hurt them.

"I'll pack my things first, you wait."

"What are you doing packing up?" Yang Ling asked hurriedly when he saw that I was going to pack up. He obviously didn't know my intentions.

After I wrapped the thing, I patted it lightly to see if it was firm.

"I think when we come back from our walk, we don't need to stay here anymore." I said peacefully, took a deep breath, and adjusted my mood.

Yang Ling smiled slightly, his eyes full of praise.His eyes brightened my heart a lot, this is called happiness can also be contagious, although deep down in my heart, that piece of emotional wound is bleeding.But my mind is obviously much more comfortable.

I also know Yang Ling's smile, but I am relieved that I can recover from my sadness immediately.But I'd rather be infected by his smile.

The wind blows slowly, and the fallen leaves rustle under your feet.

I feel that my love, which I haven't tasted carefully in the future, is like the wind that blows by, coming and going without a trace.

(End of this chapter)