long regret

I saw Ye Wuyou for the first time when I was 21 years old.

In the past five years, I have seen many people who came to propose marriage, but they were all sent back by the servants of the Ye family.

The owner said that Ye Wuyou had no feelings, and marrying girls would only harm those girls.

I nodded in agreement.

The owner of the villa also said that Ye Wuyou was only obsessed with the Ye family's swordsmanship, and he didn't even understand the relationship between men and women, let alone being in love with girls.

I nodded in approval... wait, is he that idiot?

Anyway, I'm already 26, Ye Wuyou is only two years younger than me, a 24-year-old guy doesn't understand anything?

I looked at him with mixed emotions.

He looked at me silently, with no expression in his eyes, and looked at me indifferently.

Me: You really don't understand anything?

Him: Do you want to try it?

I:……

I almost spit out a nosebleed.

Me: Well, when you see a girl in the future, you have to take a detour, you know.

Him: I have a junior sister.

Me: You have to make a detour when you see your junior sister.

Him: No, trouble.

...so I had to follow him.

Holding their Ye family's chicken cake in my hand, I followed him from his yard to the sword furnace, watching him silently forging and quenching the iron.

The young ladies of the Ye family who met on the road just nodded their heads as a greeting.

In fact, he has always been like this.

While I was thinking wildly, he put the light sword in his hand into the cold water, and the blade made a "chick".

He slowly ordered me: Don't drop the dregs when you eat.

I wandered back and said: Alright, my lord!

he:……

Me: Uh, King Ye, do you want to eat?

The warm wind in early summer blows the willow leaves, rows of thick weeping willows are planted beside the sword stove by the lake, and the birds sing crisply on the branches in the early morning.

What a willow bank hearing the warbler.

Fragments of golden sunlight sprinkled on the black mud floor of Jianlu, exuding a warm earthy fragrance.

In such a good season, he is still dressed in white with delicate and unobtrusive patterns embroidered with gold thread.

A pair of wide sleeves were rolled up, revealing white forearms.

There was slight sweat on his forehead and neck, and his slow, steady breathing was barely audible.

I only see his eyes.

I know he has no feelings.

But he looked at me, and I lost everything.

With such a pair of calm eyes, with an expression that seems to be detached, it seems that he doesn't need anything.

He doesn't need anything.

I suddenly felt the tingling pain in my heart was unbearable and could not be healed.

God created Ye Wuyou and asked me to meet him, but told me so bluntly that he would never have the slightest feeling for me.

I thought, if only I hadn't known him.