Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

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Chapter 136 - How could he be willing

For nine years, he didn't dare to see her or write her just a few words.

He lived in a world where half a wrong step would be a disaster.

Did she ever blame him?

Has she ever blamed him?

Did she rarely ever think of him now?

He didn't know how he turned to the front yard, but when it dawned on him, he was already standing in front of the door of the west wing.

A noise sounded in the first room, then the door opened. After a glance at him from the gap, the door was immediately closed, after which there was silence.

"I'll just see her and go," he whispered, unsure if he was telling someone else or himself.

He raised his hand and gently pushed the door in front of him open. The moonlight behind him immediately poured over his shoulders and into the room.

He lifted his foot inside and took one step at a time, walking into the room and towards the bed.

She was sleeping on her side in the bed, with a seemingly serene smile on her lips.

The moonlight from the window rim fell between him and her, as if separating them into two worlds.

A sense of déjà vu struck him, as back then, when he left that night without saying goodbye.

She slept soundly and deeply as if exhausted.

Her eyebrows were stretched densely across her brow bones, and her eyelashes rested nicely on her eyelids. Her pretty nose opened and closed slightly as she breathed, whiler her soft diamond lips were partly open with a suspiciously watery glow at the corner of her mouth.

Feng Qingbai couldn't help laughing in spite of himself.

Those lost moments seemed to suddenly turn back. His Shengsheng still drooled when she slept.

He cautiously extended his fingertips, trying to wipe off the drool stains on the corners of her mouth. Perhaps the light touch brought an itch because she moved her head in discomfort, and a disobedient blank strand slipped down and landed on the tip of her nose.

The young girl waved her hands once, twice, three times … then frowned in annoyance.

He rushed to gently dislodge the strand of hair before her eyelashes quivered, keeping his gaze greedily on her face, refusing to let go of any of her subtle, vivid expressions.

So much that she managed to successfully get his hand under her cheek. When he realized it, he'd already lost his mind.

The touch of palm against palm was tender and soft with a warmth that reached all the way to his heart – softening his heart.

"Brother Axiu…," the little girl whispered softly.

Feng Qingbai instantly stiffened, and his pupils constricted.

The two emotions of joy and upset from his heart clashed violently in his chest. He was rejoicing that she hadn't forgotten him and upset that he had been caught carelessly.

However, even if he was upset, he didn't really want to run away.

His heart hollered at him to go, but his legs stood rooted right there.

For a moment, he didn't dare to raise his eyes to her face.

He both wished she could see him, and wanted for him never to find him.