After I captured the wrong male lead, I broke off the engagement and married the villain

Xiao Heyun smiled softly and said, "What A Yuan said makes sense."

When he went out, he said a few words to the yamen runner and then hurriedly caught up.

Nangong Yuan stood at the door of the Ministry of Justice's prison, her chest aching with anger.

If it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't act rashly now, Dalu would have been dead long ago. How could he still have the qualifications to pretend with her here?

A pair of strong arms held her in their embrace and patted her shoulders gently.

"A Yuan is not angry anymore. It's okay. It's okay."

This child-like tone made the inexplicable anger in Nangong Yuan's chest tremble.

"I am fine."

Xiao Heyun then lowered his head and came over to check her expression, and said, "You're still angry."

"I··········."

"It's okay, Yuan. I will make his life miserable these days. He will come to you crawling to negotiate."

He touched Nangong Yuan's cheek soothingly and waved his hand.

Figures flashed by one after another in the night, and he said, "Just don't let anyone die."

"Yes, Master!"

After saying that, Xiao Heyun pulled her hand and said, "Relax outside."

Nangong Yuan did not refuse and followed him wandering aimlessly on the street.

The moonlight is very bright tonight, making the shadows of the two people very long.

Looking at the two shadows, one tall and one short, on the ground, Nangong Yuan suddenly felt that the surroundings became very quiet.

"Can I take you to see the moon?"

Nangong Yuan nodded, and then the man pulled her up the wall.

From the tallest building in Kyoto, you can see the entire city.

Nangong Yuan stepped on the tiles, and the man took out a bottle of wine from his arms like a magic trick.

"Osmanthus wine, not intoxicating, want to try it?"

She nodded and took it, then sat cross-legged on the roof and opened the osmanthus wine.

The aroma was fragrant, and Nangong Yuan took a bite and found it quite sweet.

"Here, I brought the rest."

He took out a bag of candied fruit from his arms with a very gentle expression.

Nangong Yuan asked: "Why did you think of bringing this?"

"I was passing by during the day, saw it and thought you might like it, so I bought it."

Nangong Yuan likes to eat sweet things, but she doesn’t eat them often because sometimes it causes toothache.

But at this moment she thought it would be good to eat something because she was in a very, very bad mood.

The sweet taste spread in her mouth and she felt a little better.

The night wind was very strong, making her clothes rustle.

Xiao Heyun sat next to her to block the wind.

At this moment, Nangong Yuan suddenly felt very tired.

She leaned on Xiao Heyun's shoulder. The man was startled, but quickly held her up.

"Xiao Heyun, I'm so tired."

She ran around and calculated all day long, never truly living for herself for a moment.

Sometimes she really didn't understand what she was doing these days?

"Take a rest when you are tired. I will always be by your side. Don't be afraid of falling."

Xiao Heyun hugged her in a protective gesture.

"Really? No matter what I did?"

"Of course, I have wondered many times what I am doing this for. Revenge? Maybe, but now I also think that protecting you and loving you may also be a good choice."

He walked alone and had never experienced what it felt like to be loved.

The care and concern that Nangong Yuan gave him, no matter what it felt like, was sweet to him.

Even though she was so far away and seemed out of reach, he was willing to continue in this pain.

In his world, killing, scheming, and pain seem to be the norm.

Only Nangong Yuan is the moon hanging high in the sky, cold and sweet.

"You're such a fool, you'll be fooled like this."

"It doesn't matter. No one can fool me except you. Besides, being fooled by A Yuan is not a bad thing."

What she hid from herself must be something unspeakable.

Xiao Heyun was unwilling to force her to reveal the truth. What was the point?

If the truth was so painful for her to tell it, then why did she have to force her to speak so cruelly?

"I really don't understand you. Sometimes I think you're paranoid."

Xiao Heyun said: "Maybe, but Ayuan, you must find something meaningful to do in life. If not, wouldn't it be very meaningless? I didn't find it before, so I was half dead, but now I have found it, loving you is my only meaning."

He gave her a kiss, a kiss without desire, just comfort.

Nangong Yuan blinked and couldn't help crying.

She was so tired and exhausted that she wanted to find a place to jump down and end it all.

Xiao Heyun held her in his arms, patted her back gently, and shook her from time to time.

His embrace was warm and strong, and I felt very safe.

Nangong Yuan was a little dazed. She leaned in his arms and cried silently.

Xiao Heyun said nothing, just hugged her.

In such pain, a hug is the greatest comfort.

Nangong Yuan took a few gulps from the bottle and started to work again.

His neatly-knit clothes were messed up by Nangong Yuan. The collar, which looked extremely abstinent, was wide open, revealing a large area of ​​his strong chest.

"A Yuan."

Nangong Yuan kissed him, moving all the way up until she landed on his lips.

He did not refuse, but just accepted everything she gave him.

"Xiao Heyun, you will regret being so nice to me."

"Never, no matter what A Yuan does, I will never do that."

He kissed her hard, and the fragrance of osmanthus filled her lips and teeth.

Nangong Yuan felt dizzy and felt like she was floating.

Seeing that she looked a little confused, Xiao Heyun smiled and said, "Your alcohol tolerance is still so shallow. Don't drink at all in the future."

"do not want!"

Nangong Yuan raised her head and drank the wine in one gulp, then threw herself into his arms and didn't move.

"Why, are you drunk?"

"Xiao Heyun, I'm so sad, I'm so sad."

"It's okay, A Yuan, you can cry if you want. I'm always here."

So Nangong Yuan cried bitterly in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep again after a while.

The man held her, looked at the moonlight in the distance, and felt very sad.

Nangong Yuan like this was not what he wanted to see.

These days, she seems to be living a glorious life, but only Nangong Yuan herself knows how much she has suffered.

Even Xiao Heyun couldn't empathize with him.

"A Yuan, it's okay, it will eventually pass."

He sighed and carried the sleeping Nangong Yuan home.

Xiao Heyun did not leave that night.

In the middle of the night, Nangong Yuan woke up with stomach discomfort. He went to cook a bowl of rice porridge and brought it to her, asking her to drink it before going to sleep.

"Rest, you have to go to court tomorrow."

After wiping her face clean, Xiao Heyun lay down beside her.

Nangong Yuan's boudoir is big, with a bed but not particularly spacious.

It's a bit crowded for two people to sleep.

But Xiao Heyun didn't mind. Having a small corner next to her was enough.