On the night of the palace banquet, the lights are as bright as day. Shen Qingci was blocked by the drunken Xiao Jue behind the rockery in the Royal Garden. His eyes were scarlet, and he pressed her against the stone wall. His voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Shen Qingci, how long are you going to hide from me?" She raised her eyes and ran into his eyes full of regret and possessiveness. She hadn't come yet. Before she could speak, he leaned forward, his hot breath brushing against her ear: "Nanci... Is my child, right?" Her heart skipped a beat, but he grabbed her wrist and rubbed the old scar on her wrist with his fingertips - the mark he made with his own hands to save her in the previous life. "I was blind in my previous life, which caused you to suffer so much," his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was as low as a prayer. "In this life, let me protect you and protect you while you read the words, okay?" The night wind blew by, blowing away the broken hair on her temples, and disturbing her deliberately frozen heart. It turned out that there were some debts, not blood debts, but tenderness that he could not repay in the rest of his life.
