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

Annan Gong Yuan shook her head and walked over with slightly unsteady steps.

"Tao Zhu goes in first, I want to talk to the prince."

The little girl looked at her with some concern, but nodded and retreated.

"Ahem, everyone was happy, so I drank a few more glasses."

She sat down on the steps and patted her hot cheeks.

“They are enthusiastic.”

Nangong Yuan smiled, as if she was a little emotional: "Yes, after all, we are all friends."

These words seemed to irritate him, and Xiao Heyun's expression was immediately stunned. His face, which was too handsome and looked cold in the night, gradually became colder.

"What kind of person do you think is worthy of being your friend?"

In response to this, she thought hard and said, "What's the point of being compatible? If we are compatible, we are all friends."

"Ah."

Xiao Heyun seemed to smile, but it was too dark at night and he was too far away to see clearly.

"My Lord, no matter what, I hope you'll be fine."

These words came suddenly and Xiao Heyun didn't answer for a moment.

"I know it's not easy, Your Majesty, but since you've survived, you can't give up hope."

She pressed her temples with a headache, as if she was thinking of some bad memories.

"Hey, I drank a little too much, maybe what I said might seem like nonsense to the prince, don't mind it."

The wheelchair creaked a few times and moved in front of her.

Xiao Heyun had broad shoulders and as he approached, he enveloped her in his shadow.

“Your Majesty, you…”

When she saw him coming, she seemed to reach out to support him.

But he didn't sit firmly, and fell out because he felt dizzy.

"Be careful."

Xiao Heyun had great strength in his hands and pulled her up from the stairs.

"Cough, cough, cough."

She fell into his arms and started coughing softly as if she was choked.

Xiao Heyun's hand hesitated for a moment, then fell on her sadness and patted it gently.

"Are you feeling better?"

Nangong Yuan said nothing and buried her face in his chest.

He had a faint fragrance on him, which was very soothing and pleasant to the touch. Nangong Yuan's rationality, stimulated by the smell of alcohol, was about to waver.

She lay on his chest, almost falling asleep.

"A Yuan...don't drink next time."

As if she heard someone calling her, Nangong Yuan raised her head again in confusion.

Her eyes were wet and covered with a layer of hazy mist, and the corners of her eyes were so red that they looked like makeup on a sunset.

Xiao Heyun looked at her, and there seemed to be unspeakable bitterness and restraint in his deep eyes.

“Your Highness, Your Highness…Xiao Heyun.”

She called him softly, but didn't know what to say.

All the attempts in the past few days have failed, but her target of the mission turned out to be a living person.

If the targets of the mission were all dead, then she could just stand there calmly, find out the truth, and give them an explanation.

But he stood here, so close to me.

Understanding the fate of others is actually a heavy and sad thing.

"If I could change my fate."

Xiao Heyun moved closer to listen to her murmurs, his expression indifferent.

"what?"

Maybe it was because his tone was too gentle, or maybe he had been suppressing his emotions for so long that he finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Nangong Yuan blinked and tears fell.

"I know clearly that there is no way to change this. If the mission means a breakdown, I will leave."

Her transparent tears fell one by one like stars, wetting his clothes.

"Why are you crying for no reason?"

Xiao Heyun wiped away her tears with his warm hands and patted her back tirelessly.

“I thought I could do it, but it turns out I can’t.”

She didn't know what she was saying, and her whispers were sometimes almost inaudible.

Nangong Yuan felt that there was a fog in front of her.

She stood in the deepest part of the fog, unable to see where she was coming from or what was ahead.

Even the faces of those most familiar to me gradually became mottled.

"If nothing can be changed, what can I do?"

"Don't think about changing anything, just do what you want to do." Xiao Heyun's voice echoed in his ears.

He didn't ask why Nangong Yuan broke down and cried at this moment, nor did he ask the reasons for those questions.

Just tell her so calmly and reliably, do what you want to do.

Nangong Yuan looked up at him, tears falling uncontrollably.

"Is it okay for me to watch you die?"

Xiao Heyun seemed to have a bitter smile on his lips. He wiped away Nangong Yuan's tears and whispered, "That's best. Let's not do it."

Is fate so cruel?

Treat him like this?

Nangong Yuan began to sob. She didn’t know why she was so sad, but she couldn’t help feeling sad.

"I don't want to, I don't want this...please don't die, okay?"

What she wanted was to change the fate of those who were destined to die, and she would do it at any cost.

"Okay, I won't die in front of you, don't cry."

Xiao Heyun was unusually gentle tonight.

Maybe it was because he saw that she was drunk, or maybe it was because he felt that she was crying so pitifully.

Nangong Yuan didn't know the reason, but she was comforted by such tenderness.

"Thank you...I...I won't let that happen."

She blinked, tears falling from her long eyelashes, looking fragile and pitiful.

At some point, they got too close.

The soft lips fell on his face, with a faint scent of osmanthus wine.

Xiao Heyun's pupils shrank violently, and his whole body seemed to be under a spell, unable to move.

“Don’t… don’t die.”

The kiss she placed on the corner of his lips was very light, lighter than falling flowers, but it made Xiao Heyun's heart beat violently.

"A Yuan, do you know what you are doing?"

Nangong Yuan closed her eyes and rubbed against his face like a kitten.

Her skin was extremely fair, but turned red because he was so close to her. Her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if they were thousands of miles away, making them impossible to understand.

"Wait for me...wait until I succeed."

Nangong Yuan murmured and closed her eyes.

She leaned on Xiao Heyun's shoulder, her long, somewhat messy hair spread out, carrying a faint, familiar fragrance.

Xiao Heyun hugged her and wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, but he had to restrain himself and did not even dare to use the slightest force.

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As the moonlight fell, the silver light scattered on the cheeks and hair of the two people, as if indicating their close intimacy at this moment.

"A Yuan..."

He let out a long sigh but said nothing.