Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Xue Yun looked down at the handkerchief Zhu Feng handed over, and his heart beat fiercely.

That is my handkerchief!

Of course she knew that this handkerchief had been in his hand, but she thought that Zhu Feng would never tell her, nor would anyone tell it.

She thought it was a secret that only he and her knew.

And now, he actually took out the handkerchief.

Could it be--

Does he mind letting himself know?

He doesn't mind letting himself know, then what is he thinking in his heart?

For a while, Xue Yun didn't respond at all, but stupidly raised his head to look towards Zhu Feng.

When she raised her head, her eyes were filled, and tears came out of her eyes and rolled down.

A tear was drawn on her pale cheek.

In the moonlight, that tear trace reflected a faint cold light.

It looked desolate and sad.

When Zhu Feng saw the tears falling in her eyes, his heart seemed to be silently smashed by something, and he frowned slightly.

"you--"

"..."

Xue Yun was still a little at a loss. He didn't know what was going on. Only a line was drawn on the slightly cool cheeks. She stretched out her hand and felt hot and humid at her fingertips.

Then came another wave of unconscious tears.

Tears, as if completely out of her control, just flooded in front of Zhu Feng.

"..."

He frowned slightly, looked at Xue Yun at a loss and at a loss, was silent for a long time, and raised his hand.

The handkerchief gently wiped away tears from her face.

"...!"

At this moment, Xue Yun's heartbeat stopped.

She thought she was dreaming, or perhaps, all of this was a fantasy, a fantasy that she dreamed of but dared not admit.

Zhu Feng, the emperor of the Yan Kingdom who is aloof.

She had never thought of being able to be so close to him, let alone daring to imagine that when he stretched out her hand to herself, she would wipe her tears so gently.

"emperor……"

Am I dreaming?

"Me, am I dreaming?"

She heard her choked and trembling voice, and she knew that she had said what was in her heart. Be so careful, as if you are afraid that your voice will be louder, it will break this moment like a dream.

"Am I dreaming?"

But when she said these words cautiously, Zhu Feng seemed to wake up suddenly and suddenly withdrew his hands.

The handkerchief fell off his hand, swaying to the ground.

He looked at Xue Yun with completely clear eyes.

But his brows frowned.

"emperor……"

Seeing him like this, Xue Yun was also at a loss for a while, should he save it, or what should he do?

Or she shouldn't do anything.

And Zhu Feng had already taken a step back, frowned and glanced at the handkerchief falling on the ground in a deep voice, but didn't pick it up, only mutely said: "This is yours. Give it back to you."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

But when he just took that step, Xue Yun somehow had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but only one thought came up.

He is going!

She doesn't want to let him go!

There is a little more faint, inexplicable thought in my heart——

She didn't want to end like this.

She stepped forward: "The emperor!"

Zhu Feng's footsteps stalled, although he stopped, he did not look back at her. That tall back figure looked so uncertain for the first time under the moonlight.

As if not sure if I should turn around.

He didn't turn his head, but turned his back to her and said, "What else do you have?"

Xue Yun said softly: "The emperor, are you going to give this back?"

Zhu Feng said: "That's yours, you can put it away."