Chapter 39
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Chu Qianxun blinked. She suspected she was wrong.
But the tears that had been swaying in the sun had fallen into Chu Qianxun’s heart out of thin air, knocking lightly on her long imprisoned heart door, and knocking the thick door to open a slit .
Ye Peitian quickly turned his head away, supported the table with one hand, and stood up. He seemed to want to say something to hide it. But he didn’t say anything and walked toward the stairs with a little panic.
He stumbled up the stairs and tripped over it. The hand that had been covering his abdomen grabbed the handle of the stairs awkwardly before barely lifting himself from the ground. The bloody palm left a bright red on the rail. Ye Peitian’s abdomen was bleeding, but he didn’t care about it. At this moment, he just wanted to escape back to his room as soon as possible and hide his embarrassed appearance.
Chu Qianxun looked at the back of the panicked man.
No matter what he experienced, the man was still shy and soft. But as she watched him struggling alone in the painful swamp, she reached out.
She stepped forward and reached out to hold Ye Peitian’s arm. Her hand was warm, powerful, and firmly supported the man’s weak body. Her heart flustered the moment.
Ye Peitian’s body stiffened for a moment, but he lowered his head. He pursed his mouth, did not speak, and showed no sign of refusal.
The two climbed the stairs quietly.
Coming to the second floor, Ye Peitian didn’t return to the room he was in the previous night, but slowly walked back to his bedroom. Standing at the door of the bedroom, he reached out to hold the door frame. He hesitated for a moment, and raised his palm.
Pale slender fingers slackened and tightened in the air, and the castle became noisy as the sound of a large amount of sand flowing rapidly was heard.
There were countless rooms in this castle. The doors of most rooms were closed by yellow sand. At this moment, all the doors made of yellow sand in the house collapsed in an instant, and the sand flow disappeared.
Chu Qianxun looked at the open doors on both sides of the long corridor, and understood what the man who said a few words meant.
She was free to come and go, and use the objects inside the rooms at will. Chu Qianxun understood this as an invitation.
Ye Peitian finished the action, and seemed to be even weaker. He supported the door frame with his hand and gasped a few times. Without looking back, he walked into his room alone.
It was a very slender and narrow room with a big window on the wall. In the overly small room, there was only a bed and a small cabinet at the head of the bed. The bed was big and almost occupied the space of the whole room. There were several worn books and one oil lamp on the cabinet.
There was nothing on the hard bed made of gravel, let alone a mattress, there were no pillows, but Ye Peitian was used to sitting on the cold and empty bed. He laid down at the corner, curled up slightly and didn’t move.
The man fell asleep in the corner. He lived in a large castle, but only slept in such a small space. He was lying on such a sand bed. He was often seriously injured but never treated himself.
Chu Qianxun shook her head. She didn’t understand why he abused himself.
Since Ye Peitian said that she could walk freely there, Chu Qianxun wanted to find bedding to sleep in the castle.
She checked a lot of rooms along the long corridor, and found that most of the rooms were empty except the yellow sand bed or table. They had no furnishings and objects.
In the whole villa, only the kitchen equipment was relatively complete. In addition, next to Ye Peitian’s bedroom, there was a large study room filled with various books. The whole castle was almost neat and tidy as if no one was living in it. Except for the excessive number of oil lamps in the walls and corners, there were no daily necessities, no debris or a little decoration.
The repetitive rooms, empty and monotonous, was the main tone of this building.
The owner there was like a prisoner, imprisoning himself in this huge empty prison.
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Chu Qianxun blinked. She suspected she was wrong.
But the tears that had been swaying in the sun had fallen into Chu Qianxun’s heart out of thin air, knocking lightly on her long imprisoned heart door, and knocking the thick door to open a slit .
Ye Peitian quickly turned his head away, supported the table with one hand, and stood up. He seemed to want to say something to hide it. But he didn’t say anything and walked toward the stairs with a little panic.
He stumbled up the stairs and tripped over it. The hand that had been covering his abdomen grabbed the handle of the stairs awkwardly before barely lifting himself from the ground. The bloody palm left a bright red on the rail. Ye Peitian’s abdomen was bleeding, but he didn’t care about it. At this moment, he just wanted to escape back to his room as soon as possible and hide his embarrassed appearance.
Chu Qianxun looked at the back of the panicked man.
No matter what he experienced, the man was still shy and soft. But as she watched him struggling alone in the painful swamp, she reached out.
She stepped forward and reached out to hold Ye Peitian’s arm. Her hand was warm, powerful, and firmly supported the man’s weak body. Her heart flustered the moment.
Ye Peitian’s body stiffened for a moment, but he lowered his head. He pursed his mouth, did not speak, and showed no sign of refusal.
The two climbed the stairs quietly.
Coming to the second floor, Ye Peitian didn’t return to the room he was in the previous night, but slowly walked back to his bedroom. Standing at the door of the bedroom, he reached out to hold the door frame. He hesitated for a moment, and raised his palm.
Pale slender fingers slackened and tightened in the air, and the castle became noisy as the sound of a large amount of sand flowing rapidly was heard.
There were countless rooms in this castle. The doors of most rooms were closed by yellow sand. At this moment, all the doors made of yellow sand in the house collapsed in an instant, and the sand flow disappeared.
Chu Qianxun looked at the open doors on both sides of the long corridor, and understood what the man who said a few words meant.
She was free to come and go, and use the objects inside the rooms at will. Chu Qianxun understood this as an invitation.
Ye Peitian finished the action, and seemed to be even weaker. He supported the door frame with his hand and gasped a few times. Without looking back, he walked into his room alone.
It was a very slender and narrow room with a big window on the wall. In the overly small room, there was only a bed and a small cabinet at the head of the bed. The bed was big and almost occupied the space of the whole room. There were several worn books and one oil lamp on the cabinet.
There was nothing on the hard bed made of gravel, let alone a mattress, there were no pillows, but Ye Peitian was used to sitting on the cold and empty bed. He laid down at the corner, curled up slightly and didn’t move.
The man fell asleep in the corner. He lived in a large castle, but only slept in such a small space. He was lying on such a sand bed. He was often seriously injured but never treated himself.
Chu Qianxun shook her head. She didn’t understand why he abused himself.
Since Ye Peitian said that she could walk freely there, Chu Qianxun wanted to find bedding to sleep in the castle.
She checked a lot of rooms along the long corridor, and found that most of the rooms were empty except the yellow sand bed or table. They had no furnishings and objects.
In the whole villa, only the kitchen equipment was relatively complete. In addition, next to Ye Peitian’s bedroom, there was a large study room filled with various books. The whole castle was almost neat and tidy as if no one was living in it. Except for the excessive number of oil lamps in the walls and corners, there were no daily necessities, no debris or a little decoration.
The repetitive rooms, empty and monotonous, was the main tone of this building.
The owner there was like a prisoner, imprisoning himself in this huge empty prison.
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Support us by posting comments, or buying Miaomiao11 a coffee to motivate us for more releases (●ᴗ●)/
Chu Qianxun blinked. She suspected she was wrong.But the tears that had been swaying in the sun had fallen into Chu Qianxun's heart out of thin air, knocking lightly on her long imprisoned heart door, and knocking the thick door to open a slit .Ye Peitian quickly turned his head away, supported the table with one hand, and stood up. He seemed to want to say something to hide it. But he didn't say anything and walked toward the stairs with a little panic.He stumbled up the stairs and tripped over it. The hand that had been covering his abdomen grabbed the handle of the stairs awkwardly before barely lifting himself from the ground. The bloody palm left a bright red on the rail. Ye Peitian's abdomen was bleeding, but he didn't care about it. At this moment, he just wanted to escape back to his room as soon as possible and hide his embarrassed appearance.Chu Qianxun looked at the back of the panicked man.No matter what he experienced, the man was still shy and soft. But as she watched him struggling alone in the painful swamp, she reached out.She stepped forward and reached out to hold Ye Peitian's arm. Her hand was warm, powerful, and firmly supported the man's weak body. Her heart flustered the moment.Ye Peitian's body stiffened for a moment, but he lowered his head. He pursed his mouth, did not speak, and showed no sign of refusal.The two climbed the stairs quietly.Coming to the second floor, Ye Peitian didn't return to the room he was in the previous night, but slowly walked back to his bedroom. Standing at the door of the bedroom, he reached out to hold the door frame. He hesitated for a moment, and raised his palm.Pale slender fingers slackened and tightened in the air, and the castle became noisy as the sound of a large amount of sand flowing rapidly was heard.There were countless rooms in this castle. The doors of most rooms were closed by yellow sand. At this moment, all the doors made of yellow sand in the house collapsed in an instant, and the sand flow disappeared.Chu Qianxun looked at the open doors on both sides of the long corridor, and understood what the man who said a few words meant.She was free to come and go, and use the objects inside the rooms at will. Chu Qianxun understood this as an invitation.Ye Peitian finished the action, and seemed to be even weaker. He supported the door frame with his hand and gasped a few times. Without looking back, he walked into his room alone.It was a very slender and narrow room with a big window on the wall. In the overly small room, there was only a bed and a small cabinet at the head of the bed. The bed was big and almost occupied the space of the whole room. There were several worn books and one oil lamp on the cabinet. There was nothing on the hard bed made of gravel, let alone a mattress, there were no pillows, but Ye Peitian was used to sitting on the cold and empty bed. He laid down at the corner, curled up slightly and didn't move.The man fell asleep in the corner. He lived in a large castle, but only slept in such a small space. He was lying on such a sand bed. He was often seriously injured but never treated himself.Chu Qianxun shook her head. She didn't understand why he abused himself.Since Ye Peitian said that she could walk freely there, Chu Qianxun wanted to find bedding to sleep in the castle.She checked a lot of rooms along the long corridor, and found that most of the rooms were empty except the yellow sand bed or table. They had no furnishings and objects.In the whole villa, only the kitchen equipment was relatively complete. In addition, next to Ye Peitian's bedroom, there was a large study room filled with various books. The whole castle was almost neat and tidy as if no one was living in it. Except for the excessive number of oil lamps in the walls and corners, there were no daily necessities, no debris or a little decoration.The repetitive rooms, empty and monotonous, was the main tone of this building.The owner there was like a prisoner, imprisoning himself in this huge empty prison.This translation belongs to Wordrain.Support us by posting comments, or buying Miaomiao11 a coffee to motivate us for more releases /
