amaotonovel Chapter 201 [Empire] Couple
Chapter 201 [Empire] Couple
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly awoke. A hint of confusion still lingered in his eyes, but when he saw me, it gave way to shyness and uneasiness. Looking at him, I fell silent. The dim, flickering light of the oil lamp seemed to illuminate my own bewilderment. I looked at him, and the shyness and uneasiness in his eyes left me even more speechless.
He looked at me, lost and helpless, and the shyness and uneasiness in his eyes gradually gave way to tenderness. Although he himself was still immersed in the panic of last night, he tried hard to suppress his inner anxiety and tried to comfort me.
He sat up gently, biting his lip slightly, as if he was choosing his words. After a moment, he said in a voice that was still slightly trembling, "Don't... don't be too distressed." His eyes were full of concern, and his cautious look was heartbreaking.
"We're married, this is perfectly normal." His voice was soft, yet filled with sincerity. He lowered his head slightly, his cheeks still flushed with shyness from last night. He clasped his hands together gently, as if to give himself some courage.
His voice, though quiet, held a reassuring power. I gazed at him, and the turmoil in my heart gradually subsided.
I also began to reflect on our relationship... As a couple, this wasn't unacceptable. A couple... Ah... Although his words comforted me slightly, the heavy sadness still lingered in my heart. I frowned slightly.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with heartache. He gently moved closer to me, then stretched out his arms and slowly embraced me. His movements were gentle and warm. I didn't understand. He was the one I had treated so badly, so why was he comforting me?
He rested his head on my shoulder, his hair brushing my cheek. His breathing was steady and gentle, and my heart gradually calmed down. He moved slightly, and gently stroked my back with his hand. The gentle touch was like a spring breeze, soothing my sorrow.
In his embrace, I felt an unprecedented sense of security. The enclosed space no longer seemed so oppressive, and the light of the oil lamp grew softer. He held me quietly, his body movements conveying his understanding and support.
In fact, male orcs are really pretty good.
Under his gentle comfort, my worries gradually dissipated, and I no longer lingered on what happened last night. However, when the waves in my heart subsided, another complex emotion quietly surged in my heart.
I can't help but sigh: many people, many things, are destined from the outset to drift apart. Watching them depart peacefully is the best posture, the best choice. Endless entanglement only destroys both individuals and relationships, but the most tragic of all is the failure to separate when they should. Isn't tragedy simply inevitable? That's the tragedy of desperately trying to cling to each other, masquerading as the strangulation of love, a never-ending struggle...
Just like now, no matter what happens, in essence, he and I are still drifting apart.
I gently pushed his embrace away, a look of despair in my eyes. "I won't dwell on it anymore," I whispered, a hint of helplessness in my voice. He paused for a moment, his eyes filled with confusion.
I sighed and continued, "But we're only together temporarily. Sooner or later, we'll be apart." As I said this, a sharp pain pierced my heart. The moment I uttered the words, the air seemed to freeze. His expression changed slightly, his eyes filled with shock and pain.
His body trembled slightly, and a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes. He opened his mouth, as if about to say something, but he didn't know where to begin. In this dim room, we fell into silence. The faint oil lamp seemed to sense the heavy atmosphere between us, and its light became even dimmer.
His face turned pale, his eyes filled with pain. "Why... why do you think that?" His voice trembled, filled with anxiety.
His eyes gradually turned red, tears welling up in them, those crystal tears seemed to carry all his emotions. He lowered his head slightly, not wanting me to see his vulnerability, but that tear still slipped quietly and dripped onto the ground with a slight sound.
That tear hit my heart like a hammer, making it tighten. I never thought he would be so sad, never thought my words would bring him so much pain.
The light from the oil lamp flickered, illuminating his tear-stained face.
Tears shone in his eyes, and those crystal tears seemed to reflect the pain in his heart. Under the dim oil lamp, those tears were particularly glaring.
He lowered his head slightly, trying to hide his emotions, but his slightly trembling shoulders betrayed him. His hands were clenched into fists, as if he was trying to suppress his sadness.
Looking at him like that, I felt a surge of guilt and heartache. I reached out, wanting to wipe away his tears, but my hand stopped mid-flight. I didn't know how to face his sorrow, or how to comfort him.
"Don't cry..." My voice was hoarse and weak. He raised his head and looked at me with tearful eyes, which were full of despair and helplessness.
In this enclosed space, we felt as if forgotten by the world. His tears fell like beads from a broken string, wetting his cheeks. I watched him silently, my heart filled with helplessness and sorrow.
I pretended to be relaxed, my tone full of uninhibitedness and self-mockery: "You have to go back. Besides, I'm not Honglian."
Looking at his tears, I laughed and teased him, "Hey, why are you crying? It's just that we will be separated in the future. What's the big deal? Maybe you can meet someone better after the separation."
However, my words didn't soothe him at all. Instead, they stung him like a sharp knife, deeply hurting him. He cried even harder, tears pouring out like a flood. His body trembled violently, as if he were in immense pain.