章節 164: 6.15

Yan Wuluan was startled, and the hand still holding Jiang Jiamian's chin relaxed slightly.

"But you know better than anyone else that everyone in the palace is unstintingly prejudiced and suspicious towards each other. Especially the emperor. In that place, even if I was in great pain, I didn't dare to show it at all. I had to suppress my heartache and only dared to truly mourn for you when I returned to my house at night and there was no one around."

As he spoke, Jiang Jiamian seemed to remember something sad that was difficult to recall, and tears filled his eyes. The teardrops quickly slid down his cheeks and landed accurately on Yan Wuluan's hand.

Those tears seemed to have an untouchable temperature. Yan Wuluan's hand was so hot that he immediately let go of Jiang Jiamian's chin and murmured in disbelief, "Teacher..."

It turned out that the teacher was heartbroken... Is his fake death so sad?

But he had to pretend to be okay in front of others.