My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 2: The six hundred and sixty-eighth

Chapter 1232 2.668 Is this a dream?

The eyes are hazy, as if looking at people through a thin layer of mist.

The second son stumbled open the bead curtain strung with gold beads in front of him, looking at the brightly blooming pot of begonia on the shelf, a little dazed in a daze.

The white bed with walnut wood in the bedroom, and the familiar pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk next to it.

An unfinished pot of hot tea is smoking white smoke.

Why do all of this seem so familiar?

Outside the bead curtain, there is a screen, like a human voice is saying something.

Second Young Master leaned closer, and when he saw the vaguely familiar figure under the floating white gauze, it seemed as if something had hit his heart, and he was completely stunned.

Hey, this back figure... Why is this back figure so similar to him?

Just heard a soft voice chuckle and said, "Axin, you don't really like that woman, you want to marry her. Don't forget your identity. Your father is absolutely amazing. I won’t allow you to marry such a worthless woman."

"If you want to marry, you should marry a woman from a family like me? That woman won't help you at all."

Second Young Master separated his flimsy white gauze. When he heard the woman say this, for some reason, his fists were clenched tightly.

"Hey." A disdainful voice sounded.

The second son suddenly straightened his eyes, and cast a shot toward the other side like an electric beam.

He, where is he?

Is it in a dream?

Why is it like being on the scene, as if looking at yourself in the previous life and talking to someone.

"Axin, you are expressing your opinion."

"You think too much." He heard his own voice, passing through the floating white gauze.

His mood at this time has become very nervous and complicated, and he opened his legs as if he wanted to rush over, stop him, and say the next thing.

However, he seemed to be frozen in time and space, trapped in small spaces, only looking at them, but unable to touch or stop him.

Don't say it! Don't go on! The second son felt his heart inexplicably, as if he was about to grab it.

It's as if I was watching the self in the previous life, and found that if he continued to say that unfeeling remark, it would cause something irreparable.

"If it were you, would you marry a handicapped wife with unsound limbs?" The cold voice continued ~IndoMTL.com~She, I just kept a small pet. "

"A pet naturally teases her when she is happy, and hangs her when she is unhappy. Look at it, she will call my master obediently in the future."

The woman "pushed" a smile, the laughter rippling like a magic sound in her ears.

The second son looked at everything in front of him with a blank expression, and saw someone pushing out a wooden wheelchair from behind the long cabinet.

The wheelchair rolled around, as if stepping on the apex of his heart every step, and his eyebrows were slightly shrinking in pain.

He heard the woman's laughter and said jokingly, "Axin, your little pet, I heard what you said."

He can clearly see that his previous life's expression changes slightly under the moonlight.

When he wanted to rush over to take a look at the man with his head lowered and curled up in the wheelchair, it seemed as if he was stepping on nothingness and the whole person fell.

(End of this chapter)