Survive In The Wilderness! The Actor King Sits In My Arms And Weeps ✔️

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Every time Bo Silin heard a name… Her heart sank a little. It turned out that someone had already reported Wei Ling’s treason, but she did not believe it.

That’s why she’s still not over it. In this world, was there anything more regretful than a could have been?

The night wind blew past the tent, lifting a corner of the tent’s door.

After a long time, Bo Silin slowly reached out and held her fist in his palm.

“Such a fierce person,” when he held her in his hands, she immediately felt comforted. “They won’t hate you,” he confidently said.

“They will.” Su Feifei said in a low voice.

Bo Silin pulled her aside and asked, “Do you remember my special powers? I guessed Gu Sheng and Qin Ya’s plan right, remember?”

Su Feifei looked up at him. This time, her eyes were clear. She was no longer drunk. She furrowed her brows and tried to focus on him. He was like colored glass, transparent and clean, and one could see the bottom with a glance.

“I remember.” She nodded.

“Then I can also guess what the people of Great Yan are thinking now.”

He reached out and touched her black hair. Then, he sat by the bed and paused for a long time before he said in a low voice,

“They said that you were the best Empress they have ever met.

“They said that you cared a lot about them, and they care about you too.

“They also said that this world is God’s reward for you.

“That’s because you were the greatest treasure in the world. You should have lived a perfect life.

“That’s why you’re here.”

Su Feifei’s hand on his palm moved slightly.

“Really?” Her voice was a little hoarse. It was filled with hope and caution. The look in her eyes spoke volumes. It seemed to be pleading and hoping that what he said was true.

Bo Silin’s heart skipped a beat. He had never seen this kind of vulnerable look from her before.

“It’s true.” He said seriously.

Su Feifei burst into laughter. She was satisfied and pulled the blanket up.

“My beloved consort, come to me.” Su Feifei patted the pillow beside her.

Bo Silin paused and leaned on the bed. Then, he moved over and pulled her into his arms.

Su Feifei didn’t struggle. She nestled in his arms and her breathing soon stabilized.

In this dream, the flag of Great Yan was hanging on the city wall, fluttering in the wind.

She was on her horse and heard shouts from both sides when she galloped over the main road.

“Her Majesty has returned to the city! Open the door! Quickly, open the door!”

The soldiers on the city gate tower cheered.

She reined in her horse and returned to her senses. With her iron armor and red cloak, she flicked her hair and turned back with a laugh.

In the haziness, the black arrow was once again mounted on the city rower.

Her smile froze.

However, in the next second… The arrow magically disappeared, and in its place was a blurry smile.