Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

The young man was put on a cloak again, with a furry cape on his head, leaving only half of his face exposed.

As soon as Shu Nuan went out, he ran into Sheng Qianmo.

She thought he left without saying goodbye.

Shu Nuan stared at him as he came, pursed his lips slightly, and slowly tightened his hand holding Qingzhi, subconsciously identifying the beginning, raised his eyelids, sucked his nose and said nothing.

Sheng Qianmo also looked at her, with an imperceptible dark color in his eyes, and finally closed his eyes again, and said in a calm voice: "It's quite cold, let's go back by carriage."

Shu Nuan didn't look at him, and walked down the steps.

"Qingzhi..." Cheng Qianmo walked past her, and suddenly spoke again in a deep voice.

Shu Nuan paused slightly, stared straight ahead without expression, didn't move, let alone make a sound.

Sheng Qianmo's throat seemed to be choked by something, and it took a while to calm down, and said slowly: "If Qingzhi wakes up, say goodbye to her for me, I'm leaving Beichuan today."

Shunuan hugged Qingzhi tightly, with the tip of her chin resting on Qingzhi's forehead, not wanting Sheng Qianmo to see her face, but she clenched her slightly trembling lips, breathing short, feeling so wronged that she was about to be unable to hold on.

After a long while, Shu Nuan restrained his gradually disordered breath a little bit, looked ahead, and said softly: "Why, you are not so young."

After finishing speaking, Shu Nuan walked past him and got into the carriage.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't look at him again.

The carriage rolled away quickly.

Sheng Qianmo stayed where he was, and the cold wind blew rustlingly. He lowered his eyelids, and a low smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Why.

ah.

yes.

...

Shu Nuan sat on the carriage, holding Qingzhi in his arms, rubbing against Qingzhi's cloak cap, tightly closed his eyes, and wept bitterly.

It's not that no one has lived, and it's not that these four years have passed in vain, and it's not that you have to have an uncle Cheng to survive...

But, why did it appear...

A person who is destined to leave, why does he still appear...

Why do you say you don't remember how to count Nuan, and why do you want to say goodbye to her through Qing Zhi, why.

Shu Nuan bit the back of her hand, not wanting to cry, but she was so wronged that she couldn't take care of herself.

When he returned to Heng Mansion, Shu Nuan had stopped crying, but his eyes were red. Uncle Chen had been worried all night. Seeing her come back like this, he thought what was wrong with Qing Zhi. It's nothing serious, it's just that you have to take a good rest and take medicine these few days.

Uncle Chen was worried that Shu Nuan was holding back something, but after questioning him for a long time, Shu Nuan still said that he was fine. Uncle Chen knew that the child didn't want him to worry, but he had nothing to do with her, he just persuaded her to relax.

Shu Nuan changed Qingzhi into a clean jacket and skirt, and changed her own clothes, lying on the table beside the bed, staring at the little Qingzhi sleeping on the bed in a daze.

However, Shu Nuan didn't stay in a daze for too long this time, his heart was beating violently all the time, as if something was about to slip away from his heart again.

If you touch it quietly, you will lose it.

The apex of my heart seemed to be pinched by something, and it tightened and hurt fiercely.

Shu Nuan stood up abruptly, forgot to put on his cloak, and ran out.

Uncle Chen pushed open the door and saw Shu Nuan hurrying out with an oil-paper umbrella, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that Shu Nuan couldn't hold back his worries, and if he could solve them, he would feel better.