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Qian Li, if you wake up a little faster, this duke … They didn't even know what they would do to Gong Jue.

So, if it's true, it's just like what Gong Jue's servants said, if you've already treated him as your friend, then please wake up a little faster.

Qian Li felt like she was in a dream. She had returned to her childhood, to the age of four or five years old.

At that time, she had snuck out of the Prime Minister Mansion due to her lust, and ran all the way to the market by herself. Afterwards, because she was attracted by a butterfly, she chased it for a long, long distance.

When she found that the sky was about to turn dark, she was even more saddened to find that she had lost her way.

She was frightened and shouted loudly, but in the wilderness, how could anyone hear her?

And so she kept running. Run, and then roll into the cove.

Inside, she was being bitten by mosquitoes and was surrounded by skulls. She was terrified and thought that she was going to die.

However, at this moment, a very delicate and pretty little boy appeared beside her. He helped her drive away the insects and ants.

It was also at that time that Qian Li discovered that the little boy's body was covered with wounds.

"Where is this?"

"Unmarked grave."

At that time, how would he know what kind of place the unmarked cemetery was? He just looked at the surrounding skulls and shivered.

The boy's voice was clear and cold.

"Why are you here?"

The boy seemed to have been severely injured. Ever since he helped her get rid of the insect ants, he had been lying on the ground, not moving at all.

He seemed to be in pain, but he did not answer her question immediately. Instead, he asked, "What about you? Why are you here?"

"I... Lost. "

The girl was not seriously injured. Other than the twisted feet when she rolled down, she didn't feel any discomfort. Seeing that the boy seemed to be upset, she took the initiative to help him sit up.

"How old is he? He's still lost."

The boy seemed to be puzzled, but he didn't express much of his point of view. "There's a broken temple up ahead, and if you feel afraid to stay here, you can go over there."

"Sure."

The little girl immediately stood up, but she quickly bent down and held the boy back. "We need to go together."

The boy was stunned, because ever since the death of Mother Consort, there had been no one who treated him so well.

The new Empress had always treated him poorly. This was not the first time something like this had happened.

Every day, he didn't even dare to close his eyes and sleep soundly. It was as if the moment he closed his eyes, he would die.

Last time, when he woke up, he had already been thrown into the well. This time, he was killed on the spot.

If it wasn't for his clever act of playing dead, perhaps the girl would have met with a corpse at this moment.

"Is... "Why?"

He looked at the girl in front of him. She was clearly someone he had never met before. How could she treat him like this?

"You saved me. In return, I cannot leave you behind."

The boy did not say much. Instead, he let the girl help him up before hobbling back to the dilapidated temple.

"How did you know there was a broken temple here?"

Seeing where she could land, the girl became especially excited.

The boy slightly curled his lips, and for the first time in his life, he began to explain, "I've already memorized the route they took when they were sent here. Naturally, I wouldn't miss anything that was around them."

The girl clapped, "You're so awesome."

She had never heard such praises before, and her heart felt as if something had warmed it.

Then the girl's family found her.

"I'm leaving."

"Will we meet again?"

At that time, the boy's gaze was gloomy and uncertain. He looked at the girl's family who was slowly approaching through the gap in the door, "You are someone from Prime Minister Mansion."

The tone of his voice was so sure, the girl did not notice his disappointment, "That's right, I'm Murong Yan, what about you?"

Qian Li could not understand what the boy had said at that time, she could only faintly hear the boy saying, "Thank you." She even asked the girl to keep it a secret for him.

The sleeping Qian Li frowned, turned around a few times, then fell asleep once again.

Gong Ming checked once more, but she did not have a fever, so he was slightly relieved.

Such a quiet Qian Li seemed to be even more similar to Murong Yan.

In fact, in terms of appearance, Qian Li and Murong Yan were on par with each other, but they did not look alike.

In terms of personality, there was a difference between the two.

It was just that Gong Ming was really unable to understand whether or not he saw Qian Li as because of her deep obsession towards him.

Looking at the night sky outside, Gong Ming sighed.

He vaguely remembered that meeting when he was young. That night, the moonlight was just as beautiful as tonight.

Although she was still very young at that time, that girl called Murong Yan had knocked into his heart just like that.

There were many times when he would think that if he had not met Murong Yan that day, would his fate have been different?

Did he die on the same day at the cemetery? Was he unable to wait for the steward to find him?

What's more. If he didn't have faith now, he wouldn't know that he could still be a believer.

He wanted to live the life he had wanted to live. It was actually very simple. It was just that he no longer relied on others.

His thoughts were extremely simple. As long as he had the ability, he would be able to protect others.

However, Murong Yan had already died before he was strong enough to protect Murong Yan.

The most regretful thing was that after so many years, he didn't even mention the agreement between the two of them again, nor did he blatantly meet Murong Yan again. It was even more so that he didn't have the opportunity to tell her that he had actually liked her for so many years.

Gong Ming reached out and grabbed Qian Li's hand.

"Qian Li, did you appear to make up for this regret?"

Unfortunately, he didn't receive any reply to his question.

Qian Li felt that she had a very, very long dream. In the dream, she met a little boy whose name she did not know.

The little boy had saved her life, and she vaguely remembered that there was an agreement between the two of them.

"I will definitely come back for you. Murong Yan. "

She vaguely remembered that person's reply, but strangely, she didn't have any impression of this person in her memories at all.

She only remembered that when she was ten years old, she met a boy that was able to move her heart. His name was Gong Ye.

She also knew that the man who had accompanied her for so many years, was called Gong Ye.

Her life, from ignorance to maturity, from ignorance to understanding everything, had taken her more than ten years.

Thinking about it carefully, during this period of time, what she had obtained was very little, and what she had lost was the incomparably heavy price she had to pay.

Someone said. Love is a kind of equal contest, unilateral sacrifice and loss is not the perfect love.

It wasn't that no one had heard the reasoning, but that no one had.

But this woman, once she became stubborn, even he wouldn't be able to wake her up.

It was only after experiencing so many heart-wrenching losses that she finally realized that her desire to make up for her lack of equality had finally turned into wishful thinking.

Qian Li slept for a very long time, and in her dreams, she was unable to calm down. The matters of her previous life constantly surfaced in front of her.

The image of the boy who he had promised and met at an unknown time was still floating in his mind.

It was ethereal. If she wanted to see it clearly and hear it clearly, she would disappear without a trace.

Qian Li thought, that was probably just a fantasy of her. Fantasy, if the first person she met wasn't Gong Ye, would her life be different?

She had thought that it would absolutely not be true. If it was, then why had that person never appeared in all these years?

"Doctor, how is she?"

Vaguely, Qian Li seemed to hear a very familiar voice ask.

"I seem to have been dreaming, but luckily, the dangerous period has passed."

"Thank you, Doctor."

Qian Li struggled. Who was it, who was it that spoke?

But no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't open her eyes …