Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Along the way, Song Qinghan and Ning Shuixin were silent.

Ning Shuixin thought that he could use this trip to pull in the relationship between himself and Song Qinghan, so that this emperor should not be so indifferent to himself.

But Song Qinghan basically did not say anything to her along the way, but looked at the window all the way.

Barren rocks, similar landscapes, he can look good for a long time.

He would rather see these landscapes without any beauty, and would not like to take a look at her carefully dressed, why?

After all, why?

"Does the king need a blanket? This way, it seems to be getting colder and colder." Ning Shuixin's voice is very gentle, thin, as if playing cotton.

Generally, a man who hears such a soft voice will certainly not be able to stand up, but Song Qinghan does not have this feeling.

Instead, he screamed: "No."

It’s cold, decisive, and even a little impatience, without a trace of temperature.

Ning Shui’s heart smashed, and there was a mist in front of him, biting his lip, but he was still swallowing when he reached the mouth, and swallowed all the grievances into his stomach.

She keeps telling herself that she must be steady.

Even if there are other women in the heart of Song Qinghan, that person has already turned into dust, and it has long ceased to exist.

There is no such thing as ‘Loddy’ in this world. She doesn’t need to be afraid, she doesn’t need to panic, she has no fear.

The carriage went all the way, Ning Shuixin had a sentence and Song Qinghan said this, but he almost did not take care of it.

Instead, I kept looking at it, and my thoughts seemed to be pulled away a little.

I don't know why, the closer he is to Fengguo, the more he feels guilty.

I always feel that my heart is full of desolate, but there is nowhere to release.

"Wang, the sky is too late, the snow in front is too deep, the Queen Mother is driving, and wants to rest for a night."

"it is good."

Yuelai Inn.

Due to the remoteness, there are not many guests in the hotel.

Li Gonggong intended to send everyone away, including the entire inn, but was stopped by Song Qinghan.

"The snow is too big. It is not safe to stay outside." Song Qing said: "It is not necessary to go to Fengguo in this way, and you don't have to be able to spread it."

"Yes... Wang... Master."

In the past, Song Qinghan would not make such a decision, but now it will.

I don't know when to start, he wants to be a little better. If she knows what to do, if she still sees...

Maybe he can also get better, maybe if she is still alive, he will be different to her...

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A little snow outside the window, Ning Shuixin knocked on the door of the inn room: "Is the king sleeping?? Chen is worried that the weather is too cold, take it..."

Only when the door ‘嗞’ was opened, Li Gonggong came out and said: “The king has already slept, and the goddess still please come back.”

"Have you slept so early?"

"Yes……"

Ning Shuixin held the heater in his hand and his eyebrows gradually sank.

The weather is very cold, her eyelashes are covered with frost and snow, but even so, it is not as cold as her heart.

"Then let the king rest on a good life, don't think too much."

"The niece walks slowly -"

Ning Shuixin turned around and slightly decapitated, taking a deep breath and streaming his tears back to his heart.

Maybe she should spend this life with him, but it is good, at least she is still with him.