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Yang Liang was sick.

Just as I was about to pack up and leave, Yang Liang started a fever.

Last night, he almost saw through the fake dreams I had weaved. When he woke up, he was certain that he had truly seen me.

Qingcheng implores me to stay, even if it wasn't for Qingcheng, just looking at Yang Liang's situation, I am unable to move.

Although Lin Feng was unwilling, he still invited a doctor.

"Young master's depression is the cause of his illness, it's not a big deal. This old man will prescribe a few batches of medicine for young master to consume." "Only by eradicating its depression can the root be removed. Otherwise, if this disease continues to recur, it will also become life-threatening." the doctor said.

My heart was even more confused. Qingcheng was crying so much that she could cry. She stayed by Yang Liang's side day and night. I was unwilling to rest alone, so I accompanied Yang Liang.

"Ling'Er, don't go …" I'll change my mind, I won't drink any more... "They won't fall again …" Yang Liang's groggy voice kept ringing in my ears. Every time he called out my name, my heart would be wrung.

Two days later, Yang Liang finally calmed down, and his consciousness gradually cleared up. I didn't dare to show myself for fear of provoking him, so I hid in the west and refused to go out.

As long as he's well, I'll leave. I told myself over and over again that I couldn't bear to leave, even though I had packed my bag and sorted it out again and again.

At noon that day, I was sitting alone in the west, staring into the bronze mirror, brushing my hair over and over.

Suddenly, he heard hurried footsteps. It wasn't Qingcheng's, he only thought it was from the wind. When he raised his head to look, the west door had already been pushed open, and a green-robed Yang Liang was standing at the door.

Four eyes met, he did not speak, I did not say anything, I was stunned, and Yang Liang was full of mixed feelings.

The joy of their reunion overlapped with the sorrow of his full purpose. His voice also seemed to have departed, and he was not as indifferent as he had been in his dreams.

"Little Ling'Er, so it turns out that you were always by my side, yet you were unwilling to face me."

His forlorn tone also blamed me for my ruthlessness.

It was as if a dull blade had pierced the heart, causing even more pain. It turned out that there were some things that could not be avoided.

Qingcheng hurried over and said apologetically: "Sister Xiao, in the end, I can't bear to see the Young Noble suffer so much. I was the one who told him to blame me if you had to blame me."

Yang Liang pushed open Mo Qingcheng, who was about to enter the room, and with a 'bang', he locked the door. He then allowed Mo Qingcheng to cry outside, ignoring her.

The winter sun was finally cold, and as it shone on the eaves of the house, drops of melted snow dripped to the ground along the long hanging glaze of ice.

At that time, Yang Liang was standing in front of the window. The sunlight shone through the thin window paper onto his body, but I couldn't feel even the slightest bit of warmth.

"You were there all along, but you refused to see me. Why?" There were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he forced himself not to spill them. The corners of his mouth curled into a bitter smile, but his eyes were bloodshot.

"Sorrowful and sorrowful alike, leaving once again. Since you already know that you will be separated in the future, why should I give you hope? And now, I am unable to bear the sorrow of parting from you. " I looked at him, pointed to my packed bag, and smiled wryly.

"Don't you know that I need a sliver of hope in order to persevere?" He looked much calmer than I had thought.

Am I wrong again? He needed some hope, even a glimmer of hope? If a man has no hope, his life is meaningless. All that I have done was just wishful thinking for him. I just thought that it was for his best, but I didn't expect to hurt him even more now.

"You should know that it is simply impossible between us. I am your sister-in-law." In my heart, I was panicking. Like a child who had done something wrong, he lowered his head to hide the guilt that was plastered all over his face.

"Sister-in-law?" He sneered, "If you can leave the palace, if you can find this place, how can you be my imperial sister-in-law? You just want to use this as an excuse again, right? "

I raised my head, stared at him, bit my lip, and said,

"Yes, I am so heartless. Even if I leave the palace, even if I watch you suffer, I will not show myself to comfort you!"

Yang Liang's expression froze as an expression of pain slowly spread across his face.

"It's me, I've always been one-sided. "Little Ling'Er, why do you have to be so direct?"

My heart ached even more. When I thought about the feelings between me and Yang Liang, they were much thicker than family and deeper than friendship. However, compared to the feelings between a man and a woman, there was still a difference. I don't know, I don't know, this kind of feeling, far away, close, this distance is not only Yang Liang sad, I myself also often inexplicably heartache?

"Now that you have come to your senses, you should understand that I have never had any feelings for you. You and I are uncles and sister-in-law. We are just playmates from a young age, like a beautiful lady, like a prince." I looked at him and said this word for word.

It was as if every time I spoke a word, his heart would be pierced by an invisible needle. After I finished speaking, his face contorted a little, but it quickly relaxed as he said:

"Actually, I know that ever since you rejected me in front of my mother, I knew that your heart had never stopped with me. It's just that I've lied to myself time and time again, and I thought that you did it because of the restrictions of the marriage alliance, and because you followed my mother's rules, so I always thought that you would not fall in love with Yang Guang, who I only met once, but I am the one who is always together with you. It's a pity that I was wrong, very wrong!"

Yang Liang threw himself on his back, and a few drops of tears fell out. He turned his body slightly to the side and brushed them away, but I could still see them clearly.

No, I definitely can't be merciful. If I don't give him any more concern, he will completely break off. Only by making him give up on me will he be able to live with less of the torture of lovesick.

"Yes, I love Yang Guang. Regardless of whether he is a lofty monarch or an ordinary commoner, from the first moment I saw him, he had already entered my heart. Now, after so much suffering, even though he has hurt me time and time again, not caring about me, abandoning me like a clogs, I still can't get rid of him from my heart. "

The teardrops were like melting snow on the eaves of a house. They dripped down to the ground, shattered, and then splashed up.

Yang Guang — he was still the pain in my heart.

I don't even know if what I said just now was meant for Yang Liang, or if it was really in my heart.

"So that's how it is." Yang Liang's expression gradually dimmed, as if the fireflies in the forest had gradually flown further and further away. The specks of light gradually disappeared, and his eyes lost any trace of light.

I couldn't bear to look anymore. I felt an incomparable pain in my heart. I hoped that this time, he would be able to clearly recognize the relationship between the two of us and not do anything stupid.

"The reason you're suffering like this is because you can't forget your feelings for him, but he doesn't know how to cherish your fortune. Lil 'Er, I hate you very much. I can only watch helplessly as he treats you like this, but I can't do anything about it!" He slammed his fist against the wall, his facial features scrunching together.

The heavens are messing with me. For him, my heart is broken into thousands of pieces. As for Yang Liang, he is suffering so much for me.

"Isn't Qingcheng the same as well? She treats you even more so than you treat me. Yet, do you treasure her?" I promised Qingcheng that I would definitely help her tie the knot with Yang Liang for a hundred years. Although I might not be able to persuade Yang Liang, I will still try my best. After all, this was a good thing for Yang Liang. To cherish the person before him was the best choice.

"Qingcheng?" Yang Liang slightly frowned, and his gaze was dazed, then he revealed a trace of guilt. "Lian'er, you know very well that I can't tolerate other girls in my heart."

"That's because you sealed yourself away and sank into your own shackles."

I walked over and opened the window. A gust of cold air hit my face. It was a bit cold, but it also made me more clear-headed.

Raising his head to look at the mountain slope illuminated by the sun, the snow-capped spots reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight. From afar, the yellow mountain had long since disappeared. The entire mountain was shrouded in this sparkling and translucent light.

"Look, is the snow on the hillside beautiful?"

Yang Liang didn't understand what was going on. He was stunned for a moment before replying,

"The mountains are bones, the snow is skin, and the light is like a soul. Naturally, it is incomparably beautiful."

I shifted my gaze and met with his deep eyes. I did my best to maintain the clarity and tranquility within them as I pointed to the other side.

"Look over there. The mountain peaks are continuous and long. What do you think about the scene just now?"

Puzzled, Yang Liang truthfully replied:

"The mountains move up and down continuously, covered in silver and a blue sky as a curtain. It feels even clearer. Such desolate mountains and wild lands, yet the scenery is truly marvelous."

I nodded and said to Yang Qiyan,

"Right, to admire the scenery is like watching over a person. If you only look at this place every day, you will think it is the most beautiful scenery and you will not move your gaze away. However, it is unknown if you just slightly turn your gaze elsewhere, you will be able to see a different scenery. Perhaps, you will be able to see a more beautiful scenery than the one before your eyes. "

I wanted so much to erase the confusion in his eyes, to let him face reality more clearly, and not be lost in the bonds he had placed on himself.

I looked at him like that, and he stared at the beauty of the horizon in silence.

After a long moment, he retracted his gaze. The doubt in his eyes was gone. He was no fool, so he naturally knew what I was thinking.

"Little Ling'Er, sorry for troubling you. Have I given you too much trouble these days? I always thought that you would be better off, but now that I see you trying so hard to comfort me, I feel like I'm dragging you down with me. "

His words were filled with emotion, completely unlike his earlier complaints.

I felt a sense of relief in my heart. I felt as though a big stone had fallen to the ground. His immersion was the greatest guilt I had ever borne. Seeing him wake up from his stupor, I was naturally overjoyed.

"Since you know that I have worked hard, you should know that what I want to see is the old Yang Liang, that Yang Liang who is full of vigor and extremely skilled in painting and drawing, not a drunkard."