The Empress Behind the Veil

Chapter 474 What You Live Well

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At that moment, Emperor Zhaolie easily realized that Leng Bingxin was already trembling, her little face was already so fragile and looked pale that it was close to transparent.

That look and and expression, was really very similar to him at that time.

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Emperor Zhaolie's heart suddenly stiffened, was that woman him? Is that him? Emperor Zhaolie repeatedly asked himself, as he had been suffering from insomnia all night and could no longer control his desires, so he immediately sent people to look for this place without caring about everything just to see it.

Clearly he could leave after taking a quick look, but not knowing why, Emperor Zhaolie was unable to move his steps when he saw it.

Just then, the woman was crushed by her own hands, for the sake of punishing herself, the woman did not hesitate to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff.

In the past 2 years, Emperor Zhaolie had dreamed of it not just once. Every time he woke up the woman was commenting on a pitiful smile.

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Emperor Zhaolie knew, even if the woman died, she never abandoned herself. The woman hated herself so much, she would definitely follow by her side. Therefore, Emperor Zhaolie never doubted that the woman was by his side.

However, today “dia” is back. He returned in one piece, a woman who never seemed to be hurt by him returned.

His cold heart that had been sealed like iron for 2 years, at this moment, was still so hot, it turned out that he could hear his heart beating and hear his call.

At this moment, the dark gaze of his eyes deepened, the steps under his feet becoming even faster. In the next instant, when Leng Bingxin did not rush to be on guard, Emperor Zhaolie had already lunged forward and pulled the fragile body into his arms, gently burying his head between his hair, desperately inhaling the scent that belonged to the woman.

He came back, completely back, the familiar scent that was only on his body and handed over by the woman to him, he had actually returned.

Leng Bingxin looked at the man's reddened eyes, thinking this man would do a bad thing to her, but unexpectedly, the man instead just hugged himself tightly. Emperor Zhaolue pressed his lips against Leng Bingxin's ears and continuously sucked on her.

It was like going back to 2 years ago. Several times Emperor Zhaolie hugged him like this, and then made a gesture that became his habit.

Leng Bingxin felt a little fascinated for a while. But when the cold wind blew through him, his common sense reawakened.

At that very instant Leng Bingxin pushed the man away with all her strength, looked at him with a slightly angry gaze, then hugged herself with her pair of hands, making a pose of protecting herself.

“Who are you?” Leng Bingxin widened her eyes innocently, her clear eyes were filled with anger at having been harassed by others.

Leng Bingxin knew Emperor Zhaolie was here because seeing a dead woman who looked very similar to the “himself” that used to be at this time, it was impossible for Emperor Zhaolie to refrain from visiting. It was just that Leng Bingxin had not expected Emperor Zhaolie to come so quickly, and again even came in such a late night.

Emperor Zhaolie took a few steps back, not really because of Leng Bingxin's powerful thrusting power to the point of pushing her burly body. It was because Emperor Zhaolie suddenly became cautious, suddenly becoming fearful. Yes, the yearning and torture for 2 years made him feel that this one before him was an illusion, he did not dare to hurt this woman easily.

The woman sitting on the chair stood up with a hint of fear, judging Emperor Zhaolie with an unfamiliar gaze, that look really made others feel extremely sad.

Emperor Zhaolie clenched his lips and squinted his black eyes, after a while just saying in a cold tone, “Jiu’er, how can you not know who I am? 2 Years ago ... have you lived life well?”

Jiu’er's call was really about to knock down the last confidence in his heart. It turned out that somewhere deep within his heart, no matter how strong and steadfast, it seemed like it could not match his call like this. Calling like a Devil the bearer of life in his dream.