Outside the carved railing, green bamboo sways.

The breeze hits, and the bamboo shadows sway.

Duojiao's face showed a hint of bitterness, "When I was a child, I always wanted to grow up early and see Yi Shaocheng. That kind of thought was very strong."

"Huh? What about now?"

Xiyun hugged her arms and leaned slanted to one side. With the old man's eyes, she glanced at Duojiao, and then turned her eyes to the horizon. Her spirit seemed to be listening, and she seemed to be thinking about her life.

"Now, I just hope that Yi Shaocheng can return safely, brother Wuya returns safely. And... the master can be with him."

Duojiao's voice became weaker and weaker as Duojiao's shoulders trembled. The tone of voice became heavier and heavier.

Xiyun turned his head and realized that Duojiao had already cried and burst into tears. Tears as big as beans slid down, splashing dust.

"Jiao'er... You said this, reminding me of Wuya. I miss this brainless boy a little. Haha... It's time for you to go to court." Xiyun walked closer and gently patted Duojiao's shoulder. "Cheer your mood, you will know those ministers later. Don't forget... We have more important things to do. Tomorrow, the sun will rise tomorrow."

Xiyun's eyes were full of encouragement.

This was the first time she looked at Duojiao with such eyes.

Duojiao forced a smile, but couldn't help crying.

"You can like him. It's just that I... can't!"
Chapter completed!