She didn't love him, she gave him even a word of love stingily, and all his expectations and desire for her love were cruelly buried by her. How could a woman be so cruel? Feng Xie really wanted to know, when she was safe and content

When you are lying in someone else's arms, have you ever thought about his feelings? You are so heartbroken that you no longer have any feeling. As long as you think about it, there will still be occasional throbbing pain and sadness, but she doesn't love him, no matter how much he feels,

She cannot understand or feel the pain...

How many nights had he been tortured by this kind of jealousy and couldn't sleep? Feng Xie didn't dare to look back and count the days, but he still suppressed the days when he could see her. He wanted to move her and make her realize how good he was.

He didn't want to become a crazy and jealous beast that lost his mind, but now she was really back, dressed in fine clothes, like an exquisite and indestructible rose.

But he cared about it, and when she really wanted to belong to him, he realized his vulgarity and the man's unique desire for possession. He hated her, and even though he was holding her in his arms, he couldn't ignore the sharp thorns on her body. He was delicate and charming.

Rose would always turn around and look at him when she was most helpless, but this time she was exchanging herself for another man. How could he bear it?

After mustering up the courage many times, Feng Xie was able to return to the commander's camp where he left. He never thought that he would be afraid of anything. Thousands of enemy troops passed by in a blink of an eye, but he still couldn't face it.

Jian Yao's wet face. He knelt down weakly in the snow, unable to get up no matter how hard he climbed. The wound on his hand touched the cold snow, and his body was shaking with pain. He lowered his head and saw his

There was a pool of blood underneath him, evenly stained with the white snow, and flowed into one sheet.

He still wanted to see her, Feng Xie smiled bitterly. No matter how many times he was abandoned, he still loved her. He couldn't see her crying or suffering, so let's try again! He said to himself, once again, love her well and fulfill her wish.

Responsibility, but also fulfilling oneself...

The snow outside the tent reflected a soft halo, and a ray of silver light passed through the top of the tent and entered Jian Yao's sight. Her heart was hanging in the air, even fearful, and the light made her feel even colder. Jian Yao

He began to put clothes on himself one after another, but he still couldn't stop the coldness in his body. Footsteps sounded again outside the tent, and the curtain moved, and Feng Xie's bloodless figure came in.

Face. Jian Yao curled up into a ball and looked at him with wary eyes. Feng Xie walked to the bed and did not light the lamp. He just stood in front of her and looked at her. There was no electricity, only the battle between his eyes for a long time.

, he suddenly raised a smile, Jian Yao didn't know why he was smiling, and looked at him in confusion. After he had smiled enough, he leaned over gently, and said in her ear: "Do you know what you look like?"

Jian Yao moved his body stiffly and asked, "Like...what?"

"Like a little wild cat!" He said in a low voice. Jian Yao's cheeks turned red and she lowered her head in embarrassment, but she suddenly discovered his bloody hands. She grabbed his wrist and looked at him in shock by the light.

There are still pieces of skin pricked.

"What are you doing..." Before he could ask any more questions, Jian Yao turned around and lit the lamp. The dim candlelight lit up again. Jian Yao gently cleaned the scars between his fingers with his fingertips.

Her face heated up while she was concentrating, and she looked up. Feng Xie's face was very close at hand, looking at her so tenderly. His warm and rough palms gently touched her cheeks, lingering endlessly on the touch of his fingertips. She didn't love him, even

A word of love was given stingily, and all his expectations and desire for her love were cruelly buried by her. Female

How could people be so cruel? Feng Xie really wanted to know, when she was lying peacefully and contentedly in someone else's arms, had she ever thought about his feelings? She was so heartbroken that she no longer had any feelings. As long as she thought about it, she would still feel it occasionally.

There will be throbbing pain, and there will be pain and sorrow, but she doesn't love him, no matter how much pain she has, she can't understand it, can't feel it...

How many nights had he been tortured by this kind of jealousy and couldn't sleep? Feng Xie didn't dare to look back and count the days, but he still suppressed the days when he could see her. He wanted to move her and make her realize how good he was.

He didn't want to become a crazy and jealous beast that lost his mind, but now she was really back, dressed in fine clothes, like an exquisite and indestructible rose.

But he cared about it, and when she really wanted to belong to him, he realized his vulgarity and the man's unique desire for possession. He hated her, and even though he was holding her in his arms, he couldn't ignore the sharp thorns on her body. He was delicate and charming.

Rose would always turn around and look at him when she was most helpless, but this time she was exchanging herself for another man. How could he bear it?

After mustering up the courage many times, Feng Xie was able to return to the commander's camp where he left. He never thought that he would be afraid of anything. Thousands of enemy troops passed by in a blink of an eye, but he still couldn't face it.

Jian Yao's wet face. He knelt down weakly in the snow, unable to get up no matter how hard he climbed. The wound on his hand touched the cold snow, and his body was shaking with pain. He lowered his head and saw his

There was a pool of blood underneath him, evenly stained with the white snow, and flowed into one sheet.

He still wanted to see her, Feng Xie smiled bitterly. No matter how many times he was abandoned, he still loved her. He couldn't see her crying or suffering, so let's try again! He said to himself, once again, love her well and fulfill her wish.

Responsibility, but also fulfilling oneself...

The snow outside the tent reflected a soft halo, and a ray of silver light passed through the top of the tent and entered Jian Yao's sight. Her heart was hanging in the air, even fearful, and the light made her feel even colder. Jian Yao

He began to put clothes on himself one after another, but he still couldn't stop the coldness in his body. Footsteps sounded again outside the tent, and the curtain moved, and Feng Xie's bloodless figure came in.

Face. Jian Yao curled up into a ball and looked at him with wary eyes. Feng Xie walked to the bed and did not light the lamp. He just stood in front of her and looked at her. There was no electricity, only the battle between his eyes for a long time.

, he suddenly raised a smile, Jian Yao didn't know why he was smiling, and looked at him in confusion. After he had smiled enough, he leaned over gently, and said in her ear: "Do you know what you look like?"

Jian Yao moved his body stiffly and asked, "Like...what?"

"Like a little wild cat!" He said in a low voice. Jian Yao's cheeks turned red and she lowered her head in embarrassment, but she suddenly discovered his bloody hands. She grabbed his wrist and looked at him in shock by the light.

There are still pieces of skin pricked.

"What are you doing..." Before he could ask any more questions, Jian Yao turned around and lit the lamp. The dim candlelight lit up again. Jian Yao gently cleaned the scars between his fingers with his fingertips.
Chapter completed!