The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories-Chapter 830 - 850: Kissing Your Forehead

Watching Nangong Yaoling’s anxious look, Xia Xiaonuan suddenly burst into tears like broken strings of pearls.

She suddenly turned around, knelt on the ground, and embraced Nangong Yaoling.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry..." she cried out in pain.

"Woman, let go of me! Your hand..."

But Xia Xiaonuan held him tightly, the blood continuously gushing from her hand soaking through the shirt on his back.

She felt no pain at all, only that the pain in her heart had surpassed everything.

The maid in the corner watched the scene, her eyes reddening as she wiped away her tears.

"Young Master looks so pitiful."

"Yeah, what happened to Young Master? Seeing him like this makes my heart ache."

"Me too, and the Young Mistress... They clearly seem to love each other, so why is it like this..."

The maid sobbed softly.

"Nangong Yaoling... I really didn’t, you must believe me!" Xia Xiaonuan said firmly into his ear.

Hearing her words, Nangong Yaoling seemed to suddenly remember something.

Like a madman, he violently pushed her away.

Xia Xiaonuan screamed and hurriedly clutched her abdomen, Yun quickly stepped forward to catch her, preventing her from falling to the ground.

"Get away! You woman! You’re nothing but a bad woman!" Nangong Yaoling yelled at her indistinctly, avoiding her as if she were a plague, standing up but swaying and collapsing back onto the sofa.

"Young Mistress, are you alright?" Yun looked at Xia Xiaonuan’s painful expression and quickly asked.

Xia Xiaonuan shook her head.

Nangong Yaoling lay on the sofa, eyes closed, as if exhausted from the ordeal, about to fall asleep.

Xia Xiaonuan, supported by Yun, got up.

She walked to the front of the sofa.

Nangong Yaoling was truly asleep this time, lying there quietly.

His forehead and chest were covered in beads of sweat.

His face, handsome and exquisite as a Greek prince, seemed to be tinged with a faint sadness under the light.

Xia Xiaonuan took the towel Yun handed her and gently wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Then his chest.

His thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed, with distinct wrinkles in the middle of his brow.

She reached out, trying to smooth his wrinkles.

But noticed that even if smoothed, the next second, in his sleep, he would quickly furrow them again.

As if having a bad dream.

Xia Xiaonuan suddenly lowered her head, softly kissing his forehead.

Looking up, the maid brought a blanket.

"Young Mistress..."

"Give it to me." Xia Xiaonuan took the blanket and looked at Yun and the maids: "You all go rest..."

"But you...?"

"Don’t worry about me, go on."

The maids, seeing the Young Mistress speaking this way, had no choice but to glance at each other, then look pityingly at the man on the sofa, who seemed as noble as an emperor, and quietly withdrew.

In the living room, only Xia Xiaonuan and Nangong Yaoling were left.

She gently covered him with the blanket, half-kneeling in front of the sofa, watching him.

Unconsciously, her hand softly touched his cheek.

Afraid to wake him, her movements were exceedingly cautious.

"Nangong Yaoling, I never thought things would turn out like this. Why won’t you listen to my explanation, then drown yourself like this? Or... are you simply afraid of the answer I would give you?"

Xia Xiaonuan gently lowered her head, resting her face against his chest.

Breathing in his scent, she suddenly felt that being able to stay by his side, even just quietly watching over him like this, felt very happy.