However, she didn't want to put her little self-esteem and pride on the soles of his feet and be trampled by him, and she tried to please this man all day long.

She doesn't want to.

Perhaps, she has indeed been extremely cheap before, it sounds like there should be no need to pretend to be loyal at this time, but when she is not emotional, she can be shameless, not ashamed, but after being emotional, she really can't do it.

So she wants to leave, she wants to leave like her grandfather said, to keep the memory that this man brought to her in her heart, whether she loves it or not, and then one day in the future, she can stand in front of him with dignity.

Yes, in a dignified manner.

When her grandfather said this word, it stung her, because it reminded her how she climbed into that man's bed in the first place, no matter what reason she had, or what original intention she had, it could not change this established fact.

Concubine Ye felt that she might be no different from Han Xueqian, she climbed into Li Mingwei's bed with all her heart, and then changed her means to please Li Mingwei, but in the end? The result? Li Mingwei still abandoned her like a shoe, and regarded her as a slut, a woman.

Concubine Ye can almost foresee her future results, what she is doing now seems to be following Han Xueqian's past trajectory, she is even as sincere and emotional as Han Xueqian, but enough, these are really enough, she doesn't want to become another Han Xueqian in the future, or become another Shi Xiangwan.

So, she doesn't want to stay with this man, she wants to leave this man, she wants to choose a path for herself again when she can choose, and then live her own life, take back what belongs to her step by step, and make those who hurt her pay.

Just when Concubine Ye was thinking like this, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.

The moment Su Mohan walked into the room, his heart was stabbed and hurt, and the emaciated figure by the window was like a needle, piercing his heart fiercely.

"Go make some porridge." Su Mohan instructed the maid.

"Yes, young master." The maid stepped back and closed the door.

Concubine Ye was still in the same posture as before, and when she heard Su Mohan's voice, she didn't even look back, she just looked at the lights of the city so quietly, and there was an indescribable loneliness around her.

Su Mohan was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, more than twenty blue enchantresses, he first put the flowers in his hand on the coffee table, then walked towards Concubine Ye step by step, and finally stopped two meters away in front of her: "Go wash your face." ”

Concubine Ye was still silent and didn't speak, as if she didn't even bother to perfunctory again.

Su Mohan's forehead was covered with green tendons, he stood in place and looked at Concubine Ye for a long time, and finally closed his eyes and took a deep breath, got up and went to the bathroom to throw a warm towel.

After coming back, he half-squatted beside Concubine Ye and helped her wipe her little face without any expression, her face was cold, I don't know if it was because she had been sitting by the window.

He lightened the movements of his hands, very careful and gentle, as if he was wiping a cherished treasure, for fear that one would accidentally hurt her.

It's a pity that Concubine Ye, who sat here in one position for three days and three nights, was already numb, and she couldn't feel his pity at all.

Concubine Ye didn't dodge or dodge, letting the heat envelop her, but she was always stingy and didn't even give him a look.