Have you come to this point?
No matter what kind of guilt you feel, can you stop?
Liang Ying stood up and knelt on the ground under Wei Yan's slightly panicked gaze.
"Liang Ying..." Wei Yan's face was no longer smiling. He wanted to reach out to help her, but his hand froze.
Liang Ying ignored him. She put the pen and paper she had just held on the ground, and wrote stroke by stroke on the ground, just like the last time she communicated with him five years ago.
"I have forgotten the past." Although it was impossible to forgive, Liang Ying didn't want to get entangled with it. "You don't have to feel guilty anymore. I am very happy now, and I hope you can grasp your own happiness."
"Let's all look forward."
She knelt here, as a minister.
When writing these words, it seemed as if the two of them were still as familiar as they were in their previous close relationship.
After Liang Ying finished writing, she crumpled the paper a little bit from the corners, and finally crumpled it into a ball and put it all in her palm.
She knew Wei Yan had seen it.
"Happiness?" Wei Yan murmured almost self-deprecatingly, "Liang Ying..."
When he called Liang Ying's name, it was like a sigh, but before he finished speaking, a figure appeared.
Zhou Huailin shouldn't have gone back at this time.
But because of Wei Yan's visit last time, he had already left a servant to report the news to him, and he hurried back when he knew Wei Yan was coming.
"Your Majesty."
As soon as Zhou Huailin came in, he knelt down beside Liang Ying and saluted.
Wei Yan was wearing a mask when they met last time, but this time they were really face to face.
Liang Ying glanced in his direction and saw that Zhou Huailin was also looking at her. After looking at each other, he gave her a comforting look.
Wei Yan didn't speak for a long time.
The couple kneeling side by side looked at each other as if they were communicating with each other.
To be honest and selfless, they are a good match, indeed a good match.
Wei Yan finally took back the hand he had just extended.
"Okay," he closed his eyes slightly, "I know."
Chapter 18 As soon as
Wei Yan's back disappeared, Zhou Huailin immediately helped Liang Ying up. After Liang Ying stood up, he bent down and patted the dust on Liang Ying's skirt.
"Why are you back?" Liang Ying asked him.
When she gestured with her hands, a corner of the paper ball she had just held in her hand appeared, making her movements a little inconvenient.
Zhou Huailin's eyes swept over there.
"It ended early."
Liang Ying didn't believe it. She knew that Zhou Huailin ran back because he was worried about her.
Privately, she didn't want the two of them to face each other, but with Zhou Huailin by her side, she would indeed feel more at ease.
She could only hope... Wei Yan really knew what he said just now.
***
At night, Zhou Huailin opened his eyes while waiting for the person next to him to breathe evenly and long.
After making sure that Liang Ying had fallen asleep, he got out of bed carefully without disturbing the person on the bed.
He went to the front hall, and at Wei Yan's signal, he easily found what he wanted before the servants cleaned the place.
The crumpled piece of paper that Liang Ying had thrown away during the day.
The words on it were a little unclear, but it was not difficult to recognize. He read it word by word, and his eyes stayed on the word "happiness" for a while. A
faint smile slowly appeared at the corners of the man's mouth.
People are sometimes so strange. They know that they will not say anything to each other, and they are also very sure of each other's feelings.
But they still feel uneasy, and they still feel the sweetness and happiness in their hearts when they see her affirmation.
Zhou Huailin folded the paper again.
He went back to his room and got on the bed again. Just as he lay down, he saw the woman who should have fallen asleep, staring at him with wide eyes, and he was slightly stunned.
Liang Ying tapped his mouth with her finger.
What are you doing sneakily?
She knew Zhou Huailin would understand her without her making gestures.
The man's eyes slightly avoided her: "I can't sleep, so I'll go out for a walk." His
voice was full of energy, but it lacked confidence.
Liang Ying leaned on his shoulder and continued to look at him.
