kvmb Chapter 322 Murong Han and Huan'er
Chapter 322 Murong Han and Huan'er
Seeing this, Lin Qianqian's eyes softened with tenderness. She stepped forward, gently put her arm around Huan'er's shoulder, patted her, and then nodded slightly, revealing a perfectly timed smile. That smile was like the warm spring sun, soothing Huan'er's emotions. Her gaze was fixed on Huan'er's face, conveying silent encouragement and reassurance.
Then, she moved gracefully past Murong Han, turning her head slightly and a faint smile playing on her lips—a smile that was both polite and distant.
Immediately afterwards, she walked towards Murong Yi. The two exchanged a knowing glance, and Lin Qianqian parted her lips slightly, saying softly, "Let's go out first, you two can talk slowly!"
Having said that, she and Murong Yi walked slowly out side by side, their steps elegant and coordinated, their clothes fluttering gently with their movements. When they reached the door, Lin Qianqian turned slightly to the side, raised her hand and gently closed the door, her movements soft, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside.
The moment the door closed, the subtle "click" sound struck Murong Han like a heavy hammer, causing his heart to clench. Murong Han's brows furrowed instantly, his eyes filled with hesitation and inner turmoil. His gaze lingered on the closed door for a moment before quickly shifting away, as if caught in an endless struggle, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.
Looking at Huan'er again, she subconsciously bit her lower lip, her teeth gently sinking into her delicate lips, leaving shallow teeth marks. Her eyes revealed tension and unease, and her hands were awkwardly clasped in front of her, trembling slightly, as if she were in the midst of an invisible storm.
Murong Han's expression was complicated, his gaze shifting, before he finally spoke with difficulty, his words filled with entanglement and guilt, "That...you...I actually...uh...I'm sorry..." His voice was very low, as if these words had been weighing on his heart for a long time, and were finally squeezed out with difficulty at this moment.
Upon hearing this, Huan'er's eyes flashed with panic. She subconsciously lowered her head, nervously clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands. Her voice trembled and was filled with humility as she hurriedly replied, "Your Highness, why do you say such a thing? This servant is just the most insignificant person in this mansion. How can I deserve Your Highness's apology?"
Murong Han frowned, his face full of pain. He took a step forward, then stopped. "It was all because I was so foolish that day, doing such a ridiculous thing. I even caused you to have a child out of wedlock, and all these years, I was completely unaware." As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch his forehead, his eyes filled with remorse and self-blame.
Upon hearing this, Huan'er's eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up uncontrollably. She had been trying her best to hold back her tears, not wanting to shed them in front of the noble prince, but her emotions were simply too overwhelming.
She frantically wiped away her tears, sobbing as she said, "Your Highness, I... I am just a lowly servant. Your Highness is of noble status, please do not mention it again, lest it tarnish your reputation."
Hearing Huan'er's self-deprecating words, Murong Han's guilt deepened. His brows furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with regret and self-reproach, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his emotions choked him up.
"You...sigh..." he began with difficulty, his voice hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out from his throat. Then, he approached Huan'er with hurried and slightly unsteady steps, stopped in front of her, slowly extended his hand, his movements so gentle as if afraid of frightening her, and then gently took her hand.
The moment she was grabbed, Huan'er's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened, and her face was filled with shock and helplessness. Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and she wanted to pull her hand back, but she dared not use force because of the other person's noble status. She could only lower her head in a panic, trying to hide the panic on her face.
She slightly raised her head, meeting Murong Han's gaze, her lips trembling as she spoke, "Your Highness, you..."
Murong Han didn't speak. He slowly raised his other hand and gently stroked her face, wiping away her tears with his fingertips. Then he smiled slightly, a smile full of tenderness and remorse: "Don't belittle yourself anymore. Status and position should never be the standard for judging right and wrong. Even if you are just a servant, it is still a grave mistake for me to do such a foolish thing. If I don't take responsibility for you and not take responsibility for the past, I will be unworthy of being a man."
Huan'er looked up at Murong Han, her eyes glistening with tears, filled with emotion. Her throat seemed to be choked by something, and after a long while, she softly called out with a sob, "Your Highness~" Her voice was filled with endless grievances and the emotion of being cherished at this moment, and the last syllable trembled slightly.
Murong Han gazed at her tenderly, his eyes filled with undisguised tenderness and affection, as if everything else in the world had ceased to exist, and only Huan'er remained in his eyes.
He slowly stretched out his arms, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure, and gently embraced Huan'er.
Huan'er's body seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, involuntarily moving closer to him.
At first, she felt stiff and awkward leaning against him, her hands hanging uneasily at her sides. But the moment she heard Murong Han's steady and powerful heartbeat in her ear, all her unease and defensiveness crumbled in an instant.
She slowly closed her eyes, glistening teardrops still clinging to her long eyelashes, yet a gentle, reassuring smile unconsciously curved her lips. No longer reserved, she nestled comfortably in Murong Han's arms, feeling the warmth emanating from him and fully savoring this long-lost, sweet tranquility.
Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window, illuminating the two figures embracing and creating a warm and beautiful silhouette. Murong Han held Huan'er tightly, while Huan'er buried her face in his chest, her hands slowly rising to gently encircle his waist. At that moment, time seemed to stand still for them, and the whole world was filled with an atmosphere of happiness.
Outside the door, Murong Yi and Lin Qianqian stood quietly, taking in the warm scene inside through the half-open door. Murong Yi's eyes were full of gentle light, and his thin lips curved slightly upward, forming a gratified smile.
In that instant, Lin Qianqian seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, instinctively leaning into Murong Yi's arms. Her movements were gentle and natural, as if it were her most instinctive reaction.
Seeing this, Murong Yi gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her firmly into his embrace. His embrace was solid and warm, like a safe harbor, giving Lin Qianqian an endless sense of security.