The entire You Palace was shrouded in haze and was suffocatingly depressing. Because of Claire, Spark became even more grumpy and capricious.
The hall was in dead silence.
Spark sat at the long table, leaning over, with his legs folded. His posture was elegant and lazy, and he tapped the tabletop gently with his long and slender fingers.
There was a trace of coldness in his dark eyes, which seemed to want to shoot out at any time.
“If you can’t even handle a little thing like this, what good do I need you for?”
There was a plop.
The man in front of him fell to the ground, shivering, too scared to speak.
He knew that he was doomed.
Spark grabbed the gun on the table and pointed it at the man’s head.
Several guards rushed in, waiting to drag the body out.
The servants shrank into the corners, covering their eyes and daring not to look.
However, after a long while, no gunshots were heard.
Spark threw the gun to the ground irritably. “Get out!”
The guards’ eyes widened, and they didn’t understand why Emperor You didn’t kill this man.
Noah stared at Spark.
This was not the first time.
Since Miss Claire fainted for no reason, Emperor You never killed anyone again.
Claire’s neck was wrapped with gauze, the wound was tingling, and her knife had been taken away. It was to prevent her from committing suicide again. There was nothing sharp left in the room.
During this time, she never saw Spark again.
In the afternoon, the sun was warm.
Claire casually ate some food but didn’t have any appetite.
She walked outside the gate to get some fresh air and found that the snow had melted into water and even the snowman was gone.
“Claire!”
A call suddenly sounded behind her.
Claire turned her head and saw Spark standing on the steps.
His pupils shrank. “Claire! Avoid it fast!”
Claire stood stupefied. Before she could react, she saw Spark rushing down the steps and bolting towards her.
The man’s tall figure, carrying a ray of warm sunshine, dazzled her eyes.
At this moment, it seemed as if her god walked down the altar for her.
Spark suddenly hugged Claire into his arms, and an arrow pierced his shoulder blade.
Countless arrows, like dense raindrops, shot from mid-air, all stabbing the man’s back.
But he held Claire firmly in his arms, blocking all the arrows for her.
In the end, unable to hold out anymore, he knelt to the ground holding Claire.
Claire turned pale and looked at the man with widened eyes. Her eyes suddenly turned red, and a teardrop slipped down quietly.
Spark’s heart shivered.
Claire cried.
She shed tears in front of him for the first time.
Claire stared at his bloody shoulder blade, and her lips trembled. “You… your injury…”
Spark slowly raised his hand and wiped the tears on Claire’s cheek with his fingers, forcing a pale smile. “Claire, don’t cry… It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt at all…”
He gritted his teeth, stood up with difficulty, and returned to the palace with Claire in his arms.
“He’s there. Take him!”
A group of guards rushed in from outside.
Spark was exhausted and fell to the ground.
It wasn’t until late at night that he woke up. He opened his eyes only to see a head on the bedside.
He slowly raised his hand, resisting the pain behind his back, and stroked that head lightly.
Suddenly, the head moved.
Claire raised her head, her eyes red and swollen, and she stammered a bit sleepily. “Well… does your wound still hurt?”
She wanted to care about him but felt embarrassed
So cute.
Spark wanted to tease her and deliberately groaned. “It hurts… It hurts like hell!”
