Many years later, Jian Yao took off the moon soul bracelet that required a fixed key to open and close, so it gathered dust in a lonely jewelry box for a long time...

When he looked at it again, it was lying there intact, cold and solid. However, just as he couldn't take it off before, Jian Yao couldn't take it with him anymore...

At that time, Jian Yao often asked herself, if it were not for that gentle hand, there would be no ups and downs in life; if she did not remove the deep lock of love, would that gentle love still linger in her chest...

Love?

When Jian Yao woke up from his dream, he was still holding Feng Xie's hand, looking into his ice-blue eyes, feeling his warm skin with his fingertips, and his lake-blue pupils suddenly shed a rich sadness, as if

The past that has been missed for thousands of years condensed into frost at that moment.

There was a sharp pain in my shoulder. I made a low **** sound and tried to get up, but was held down by Feng Xie.

"Where's Jimo?"

"He's fine!" Feng Xie's voice was hoarse. Jian Yao suddenly remembered the deep voice in his dream. He raised his hand and found a Moon Soul Ice Bracelet on his left wrist. The silver light was translucent and reflected in the morning light.

Seven colors of rainbow.

It turns out...it's not a dream...

The silent atmosphere seemed a bit ****. Jian Yao turned his face away from Feng Xie's eyes, but saw bright red and dark red indentations on his bare shoulders, crawling and spreading like a centipede.

Ugly, painful, all told that Jimo had forgotten her.

"With the medicine, there won't be any scars!"

"I hope I can stay..."

On Ruxue's skin, the scars were like the beauty exuded from the stamens, and they were placed on Jian Yao's shoulders. It turned out that scars on beauties can be so beautiful. Feng Xie smiled a little lonely, got up and walked to the table to get a cup for Jian Yao.

water.

When he came back, Jian Yao noticed the tired look on Feng Xie's face and asked in surprise:

"Why didn't you sleep?"

Feng Xie smiled and walked to the couch by the window to laze down and said casually:

"Do you really think I don't have a way to overcome that poison? I just have to work harder!"

Jian Yao slowly straightened up and asked curiously: "What method?"

After asking three times without getting an answer from Feng Xie, Jian Yao endured the severe pain in his shoulder, got up and got out of bed, and moved to Feng Xie's bed. At this time, he was already asleep, with a self-deprecating smile hanging on his lips.

Jian Yao's slender fingertips rose and fell uncontrollably, and finally landed on the scattered hair on his forehead. Feng Xie's arm hanging by the couch had scars that were more ferocious than those on Jian Yao's shoulder. With their

, Jian Yao could imagine how he used his internal strength and pain to fight against the toxins of lethargy in his body last night.

The man under him turned over uneasily, the blood marks on his arm opened, and a bloody rose suddenly bloomed and scattered...

Jian Yao picked up his hand and put it close to his face, as if he heard the soft sound of rose petals peeling...

The door of the backyard hut was wide open. Jian Yao's heart sank suddenly and she ran out quickly. The pain in her shoulders forced her to stop and walk slowly forward while holding on to the wall.

At the beginning of the morning, the distant palace city heard the sound of business music, and Jian Yao slowly slid down the wall in the sound of music...

"Damn girl, I can't relax you for a moment! I've only been sleeping for a while, and you're running around!"

Jian Yao hugged his heart, feeling sleepy and tired in the ice and snow, while Feng Xie's arms were like the last summer in the palace, breathing hot tongues of fire.

"Jimo...Jimo...is gone..."

Feng Xie's movements stopped for a moment, then he turned around and carried Jian Yao on his back.

"Are they...are they?"

"Isn't it there? Little fool!"

Following Feng Xie's finger, Jian Yao saw the figure standing alone under the tree. There were traces of mist around him, the grass was growing wildly, the room was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the flowers were blooming, bees were dancing, and the butterflies were dancing. He was alone and silent, as if he was paying homage to that person.

Memories of soot...

"Jimo!"

Jian Yao struggled to fall off Feng Xie's back and staggered towards him. He did not look back, just as he had forgotten all his love for Jian Yao, he also forgot his own name.

Finally arriving at Jimo's side, Jian Yao stood on tiptoes and pressed her soft lips to his neck.

"You're still here...that's great!"

Jimo's fingers wandered over Jian Yao's skin, exploring with confusion. Jian Yao looked up at his eyes, which were clear and bright. All the injuries on his body had been treated and were tied with white bandages. They were still handsome.

His face just added a bit of confusion and the vicissitudes of time.

"Jimo, it doesn't matter even if you forget everything... because I will be by your side... forever..."

Trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, Jian Yao pulled out a forced smile. Jimo stretched out his fingers and caressed the flower-like beauty in front of him. His youthful youth, which could be broken at the fingertips, became even more enchanting as time went by.

"……couple……"

Jimo murmured, and his fingers moved on Jian Yao's lips. Jian Yao raised his hand to catch it, and his smile gradually deepened:

"Yes, couple! You and me!"

Jimo looked at her, his gloomy black pupils gradually softened, and he lost his guard. He raised the corners of his mouth with a shy smile, lowered his head and pressed his cold lips to the place where his fingers touched.

The soft sunshine penetrated into the heart and lungs, and the broad chest under the palms gently rose and fell with the breathing. Jimo stretched out his arms and slowly and firmly embraced Jian Yao into his arms...

And Feng Xie in the distance stood out from the setting sun, a scene of loneliness, sleepless towards dawn. Perhaps no one cared about the pain in his heart, Feng Xie shook his head and laughed, turned around and left silently. He brushed the crescent-shaped scar on his arm with his palm, and used his two hands to

He twisted his fingers hard, and new injuries and old pain stimulated every nerve ending in his body. Feng Xie twisted his face in pain, but still smiled:

"I told you not to take it seriously, but you didn't listen. Now it's painful! It's painful!"

He looked back at the two bodies together and murmured: "Be happy! Girl!"

After saying that, he stretched himself out and shouted lazily: "I'm so sleepy! Go to sleep!"

The atmosphere in the inner hall of Taiyi Palace was a bit strange. Chu Yu circled Jimo three times, turned around and looked at Feng Xie who was yawning and asked dumbly: "Are you sure this is the monster locked up in the backyard?"

Feng Xie was so sleepy that his eyes filled with tears but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. His head kept nodding and he was too lazy to pay attention to Chu Yu. Chu Yu looked at Jian Yao unwillingly: "Are you sure?"

Jian Yao nodded, untied Jimo's messy bun, and gently combed his hair.

Chu Yu was stunned for a long time, wrinkled his face and shouted dissatisfied: "Mother, the monster looks better than me!"

"I'm also better-looking than you!" Feng Xie said lazily, Chu Yu was furious, and Feng Xie continued to tease: "This means that we look normal, but you yourself are too ugly!"
Chapter completed!