Chapter 1347 - 1364: Making Peace with Nangong Yaoling
She believes that as long as he says it wasn’t him, she is willing to believe!
Because she loves him.
Xiaonuan slowly lifted her head from his embrace.
She raised her hand, looking at him with a face full of grievance: "It hurts so much..."
Nangong Yaoling took a deep breath and actually laughed.
His smile was more dazzling than the starlight.
Xiaonuan glared at him angrily: "You’re still laughing?"
Nangong Yaoling lowered his head and grabbed her hand.
He held it to his mouth and gently blew on it.
The cool breeze blew on the wound and instantly felt much more comfortable.
Xiaonuan’s furrowed brow finally relaxed.
After blowing for a while, he looked up at her.
"You feel the pain now? Then I can be at ease..." He said, lovingly reaching out to wipe the tear marks from her face.
"Don’t cry anymore, it’s not pretty."
Xiaonuan: "..."
After he finished speaking, he knelt on the carpet, took out alcohol from the medicine box, disinfected her, and applied ointment.
The air carried a faint fragrance of the ointment.
He carefully handled her wound with tweezers.
Although his movements were somewhat clumsy, each step was done with great seriousness.
The slender man knelt before her, appearing somewhat humble.
In front of everyone, the proud and noble Prince Nangong, but before her, disregards status and wealth, willing to do anything for her.
Xiaonuan bit her lower lip, suddenly recalling Zhang Ailing’s words, "Seeing him, she became very low, low into the dust. But in her heart, she was happy, and flowers bloomed from the dust."
An inexplicable wave of emotion surged in her heart, as if, the previous second was the end of the world, and this second was like heaven opening a new era in her life.
She suddenly felt that as long as he was by her side, never betraying her, never hurting her, never disappointing her. Then she could easily reconcile with the world.
The sky outside gradually darkened, and the man’s immediate facial features turned a bit blurry, his long eyelashes seemed like little angels dancing before her eyes.
She suddenly bowed her head, and gently kissed his forehead.
Nangong Yaoling, who was wrapping her bandage, felt a coolness on his forehead, a soft touch, causing his whole body to freeze.
He looked up to see her complex and deep gaze.
"Thank you..." she murmured.
He smiled slightly at her, got up, walked to the door, and turned on the bedroom light.
Under the light, her face was more vivid than ever.
Nangong Yaoling likewise bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead.
"Fool." He said with a soft smile, his voice carrying an indescribable sense of bitterness or sweetness.
Xiaonuan had originally worried whether he understood the meaning of a thank you, which contained so much more, but more importantly, thank you for allowing her to continue trusting.
However, when Nangong Yaoling gently called her a fool, the way he looked at her made her understand that he actually did understand.
He understands her, he knows what she fears, what she worries about.
But he would never let such a thing happen.
Nangong Yaoling finished bandaging her wound, tying a very ugly bow with the bandage on the back of her hand.
Xiaonuan frowned and stared at the bow for a long time, and Nangong Yaoling finally impatiently turned her face: "Just deal with it, although I’m clumsy, no matter how this bow is tied, it definitely can’t be as pretty as my wife."