Black Witch Petting Husband Strategy

Chapter 190: Mysterious Thoughts

Qin Hanmo rushed to the Hua family yard in a panic. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, the scene before him made his anxiety disappear instantly.

The woman he missed day and night was actually here, and from her expression, it seemed that she planned to live here for a long time. His Yu'er finally returned to him.

Seeing all this, a long-lost smile bloomed on Qin Hanmo's handsome face. What the national teacher said was true. At this moment, her heart has not yet calmed down, and perhaps she has not yet escaped from the great grief of the destruction of her family. And at this moment, what she needs most is someone to accompany her...

"Yu'er." Qin Hanmo called softly, with a hint of tenderness and concern in his voice.

In the yard, Hua Yuer, who was concentrating on sorting herbs, looked up when she heard the sound and frowned slightly, but then quickly lowered her head and continued to fiddle with the herbs in her hands.

At this moment, Qin Hanmo's thoughts were pulled back to the time when he first visited the Hua family. At that time, he was still a young boy who had just entered the palace and was weak.

Therefore, Hua Yuer's grandfather was responsible for taking care of his health. On weekdays, the two of them often sorted herbs together in this yard, with laughter and joy all around...

"Yu'er, do you still remember when we were little, we played water fights and caught goldfish together in this big water tank? Those happy and carefree times seem like just yesterday..." Qin Hanmo said with emotion.

However, before he could finish his words, Hua Yu'er interrupted him: "Your Highness!" Her tone was anxious and resolute, as if she wanted to stop Qin Hanmo from continuing to recall the past. "Let the past be the past. It was just an innocent game in childhood. Why should Your Highness be so upset about it?"

Hua Yu'er's tone was particularly light, as if those past events were really insignificant like passing clouds. But Qin Hanmo clearly saw a crystal teardrop quietly slipping from the corner of her eye and falling into the herbs at hand. That teardrop was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into his heart, causing him to feel a sudden pain in his heart.

He slowly stepped forward, approaching Hua Yu'er who was sorting the herbs, and stood side by side as they did in the past. The two of them were silent, with only the subtle sound of fingers fiddling with the herbs echoing in the air. The scene at this moment seemed familiar, but there was a bit more melancholy that things had changed and people had changed.

"I'm sorry, Yu'er." Qin Hanmo murmured softly, his eyes fixed on Hua Yu'er's beautiful and refined face. "I know I have let you down before, but please believe me, I will do my best to give you the future you expect." He said it firmly and sincerely, and the action of arranging the herbs in his hand unconsciously turned into gently holding Hua Yu'er's slender and white hand.

Hua Yu'er's body trembled slightly, and a strange feeling surged in her heart. The warmth from Qin Hanmo's palm seemed to penetrate her clothes and enter her body, making her face slightly red.

However, she quickly collected herself and said calmly, "Your Highness, please respect yourself." As soon as she finished speaking, she gently broke away from Qin Hanmo's hand, turned around and walked into the house, leaving Qin Hanmo standing there alone.

Looking at Hua Yu'er's figure walking away, Qin Hanmo was filled with mixed feelings. He silently recited the poem that Hua Yu'er had given him:

"The sound of the phoenix flute carries on my love, and the secret letters of phoenix paper carry my deep affection. I hope you know what is in my heart, and we can enjoy the bright peach blossoms together under the moon." Every word contains endless longing for her.

Just as Qin Hanmo was immersed in his memories, Hua Yuer suddenly stopped, but did not look back. She clutched her sleeves tightly and whispered:

"Iron horses and golden weapons guard the border, and I miss my beloved in the beacon fire. The long sword cannot cut off my homesickness, when will the bright moon shine on us?"

This was exactly the poem they had agreed to recite when they met! Qin Hanmo was overjoyed when he heard this, and could no longer suppress his excitement, so he ran forward. He hugged Hua Yuer tightly from behind, feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, as if he owned the whole world.

"Yu'er, my Yu'er! I knew you would come back, and you really came back to me! Do you know that these days, my longing for you has been as turbulent as the tide, tormenting me all the time." Qin Hanmo's voice trembled slightly with excitement, and he greedily sniffed the faint herbal fragrance between her hair.

"Your Majesty, please understand that the Hua Yu'er standing before you now is no longer the same person as before. As for the past, let it drift away with the wind. From now on, please do not come to look for me again, and do not meet with me, so as not to displease the princess."

Hua Yuer's tears flowed like a spring as she spoke, her words full of determination. Then she ruthlessly pulled Qin Hanmo's hand away, turned around and rushed into the house, and quickly closed the door. She squatted down weakly, buried her head deep in her arms, and vented her inner pain.

"Yu'er..." Qin Hanmo stood blankly in front of the door, looking at the tightly closed door, feeling very heartbroken.