After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Chapter 164 Uneasy

As if hearing this, his face turned pale instantly. He glanced at Cui Yunhe guiltily, and then coughed a few times to cover up his panic: "Since Sister Jiang has come to visit, I am fine, so I..."

Cui Yunhe keenly caught the subtle changes in her expression. Although she had some suspicions in her heart, she still resisted the clenching of her fingers that unconsciously deepened due to her inner emotions. She still maintained an elegant smile on her face and was polite in her words: "In that case, I won't bother you any more. You should have a good rest."

After saying that, Cui Yunhe stood up gracefully, leaving behind a meaningful back, and slowly walked out of the room.

Inside the room, it was as if a person was sitting quietly, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind. The entire space returned to tranquility again, with only the candlelight swaying gently, reflecting her complex and inexplicable emotions.

After he finished speaking, Cui Yunhe raised his eyebrows slightly, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly stood up, his sleeves swaying gently with the movement, as if bringing up an imperceptible breeze.

Her steps may seem ordinary, but in fact each one carries a myriad of thoughts.

Cui Rongrong, on the grounds of being weak and ill, declined Cui Yunhe's offer of farewell with an apologetic look on her face.

Her cheeks were slightly pale and fine beads of sweat were faintly gleaming on her forehead, as if every slight breath consumed a huge amount of her energy.

Despite this, her eyes remained gentle and firm, revealing her consideration for not wanting to add burden to others.

When Cui Yunhe's figure gradually faded away, Dingdong walked to the window as usual, ready to close the half-open window to isolate the noise from the outside world and provide a quieter environment for the sick Cui Rong.

However, just as her hand touched the window frame, she was stopped by Cui Rongrong's slightly weak voice: "It's really stuffy in here, let the outside air circulate in, maybe this will make me feel better."

Upon hearing this, Ding Dong stopped moving and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

In the past, whether she was going to the eldest son's residence or when the eldest son came to visit, Cui Rongrong would always close all the doors and windows first, for fear that any trace of her private life would be peeped into by outsiders.

This abnormality made Ding Dong confused, but she quickly adjusted her mood and agreed respectfully. She left the window swaying gently, letting in a hint of cool spring breeze, and then she walked out alone.

Outside the window, the garden outside Qiu Shui Courtyard is full of flowers. Spring is in full swing, and flowers of all colors are vying for beauty. The fragrance of flowers is everywhere, refreshing the heart.

The lush flowers and trees are intertwined together, forming a natural barrier. From outside the courtyard, one can only vaguely glimpse the scene inside the Qiu Shui Courtyard through the occasional gaps between the branches and leaves, which adds a bit of mystery and elegance.

Cui Yunhe slowly left Qiu Shui Courtyard, but did not go far. Instead, he cleverly hid under the shadow of a tree surrounded by flowers at a corner.

Not long after, a tall man strode quickly into Qiu Shui Courtyard. He was wearing a dark blue robe and a jade crown on his head. His hair was neatly tied inside it. His cold temperament was like a lonely and proud snow-capped mountain.

At this moment, he was in a hurry to visit a certain woman, so his steps were particularly hurried, and his usual indifference seemed to be replaced by an indescribable anxiety.

All of this was seen by Cui Yunhe who was hiding under the shadow of a tree. She was holding a silk handkerchief tightly in her hand, and her fingertips turned white from the force.

Although I knew some of the truth beforehand, the pain in my heart when I witnessed it with my own eyes was still so intense, as if an arrow pierced my heart, and it was hard to describe.

She originally thought that he would always be so cold and distant, like a lone eagle hanging high in the sky, unattainable. But today, for the first time, she saw the worry hidden under his furrowed brows. The uneasiness was like a dark cloud pressing down on one's head, making people feel fearful.

"The eldest master has arrived!"

As soon as the ding-dong notification sounded, Wen Yinyang rushed into the room like a gust of wind, his voice filled with concern that was difficult to conceal: "What happened?"

Cui Rongrong jumped down from the bed with unexpected agility and in a flash she was in his arms, calling out in a trembling voice, "Brother Yin Yang..." Her actions were full of trust and attachment.

At this time, Cui Yunhe was hiding under the cover of flowers and trees, quietly observing everything in the room through the gaps between branches and leaves.

She saw the slender figure running out of bed barefoot, completely ignoring her own fragility, and snuggling tightly against the man's broad chest, crying and begging. Her weakness revealed a tenacity that was moving.

Wen Yinyang seemed a little stunned at first. This was the first time he had faced her such passionate and direct expression of emotion.

He frowned slightly, worried about whether she had suffered a serious blow or injury. Then he gently hugged her, patted her trembling back, and asked with concern: "Are you injured anywhere? Has the doctor been called?"

Cui Rongrong buried her head in his arms and shook her head softly, her voice choking with sobs: "No, I just accidentally fell into the lake and was very scared. The lake water was freezing cold and I almost froze to death. At that time, I really thought that I might never see you again..."

As she said this, tears silently fell. Her words were full of helplessness and fear, like a deer shrouded in the night, making people want to pity her.

"Don't say such unlucky words, and don't let these thoughts bother you."

He chided softly, his eyes moving downwards, noticing her bare, muddy feet, his brows furrowed even tighter.

Then, he picked her up horizontally without hesitation and carefully put her back on the bed: "Since you fell into the water, I'm afraid you have caught a cold. You are so impulsive, what if your condition gets worse?"

Cui Rongrong refused to let go, tightly grasping his collar, her voice choking with sobs and worry: "If I really fall ill, will you leave me?"

He was somewhat surprised by her clinginess and uneasiness.

Perhaps it was because of the shock just now that she became so dependent. In fact, he was busy hearing a case in the Dali Temple just now. When he heard Qing'an report that she fell into the water, he was immediately anxious and rushed back without even having time to change his clothes.

Cui Rong still nestled in his arms, her eyes full of anxiety and desire, and asked again: "So, no matter what happens, you will not leave me, right?"

"of course."

His answer was firm and without any hesitation.

"Even after you get married in the future?"

She continued to ask, her voice trembling slightly.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He didn't understand why she suddenly became so insecure, but deep down, he felt an inexplicable satisfaction with this dependence.

He gently stroked her face, his tone unusually gentle: "Wanwan, no matter when or where, I will never abandon you, there will always be a place for you in my world."

Cui Rongrong's gaze penetrated the window lattice and rested on the gently swaying flowers and trees.