C31 (2/2)

Xiao Yao sighed deeply. Her crying face was flushed red, she stood up and quietly stared at the rouge on the table for a while before she finally stopped crying.

Zhong Miao Yi did not like make-up. She just sat there for an hour.

However, she was especially patient today, and she even laughed and discussed with Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao gradually relaxed, and the two of them were like two children who were secretly playing with their mother's fat pink.

They continued like this for almost two hours before Zhong Miao Yi finally picked the paper that was used to dye lipstick.

After putting on her makeup, her complexion became exceptionally good. It was completely impossible to see the cold and numb heart beneath her exquisite face.

Xiao Yao stood behind him and tied up Zhong Miao Yi's hair. Looking at her in the mirror, she praised repeatedly: ”It's really pretty. My Princess is so beautiful that she can't be compared to Princess Yun Mengqi at all.”

She shook her head and laughed, and Zhong Miao Yi followed her.

When he finally put on the phoenix coronet, the heavy Zhong Miao Yi had to adjust it using his hands.

Xiao Yao's eyes widened in praise: ”It's too beautiful, it's really too beautiful! Princess, you are really beautiful. ”

Her exclamation came at the end in a very long way, and her straight eyes were very cute.

Zhong Miao Yi also looked at herself in the mirror. She had a sweet smile, beautiful eyes, red lips, white teeth, and a pretty face.

After looking at it for a long time, she suddenly asked, ”Can you paint?”

Xiao Yao shook her head.

The light in Zhong Miao Yi's eyes extinguished and her smile seemed to carry a sense of ridicule, ”You're always wishful thinking. When will this illness of mine recover? ”

Xiao Yao was confused, not knowing what her princess was muttering about, and why she was asking him if she was interested in painting.

Zhong Miao Yi withdrew her gaze. She had already gotten used to the weight above her head. She helped Xiao Yao up and slowly walked to the door.

Xiao Yao looked at the layers upon layers of palace walls in the distance: ”Princess, this is too far.”

Yes, it was too far. She could only tell him things in her dreams.

”I want to draw my current appearance. Concubine Xian said that in a woman's life, when she wears wedding clothes, she will be the most beautiful. Even if fate has nothing to do with it, I still want to show her my most beautiful appearance.” Zhong Miao Yi's voice was faint, but it just so happened that it sounded like she wanted to make one's heart ache and cry, ”But is this how cruel I am? We have clearly parted ways already, and clearly hoped that he could properly live her life. I really don't want him to forget me. ”

”Princess.”