Wuyou Island covers a wide area and is not comparable to a city. The naturally formed river bank edge is full of lush and lush plants, with lush branches and leaves, and the breeze blows and rusts. The water lilies blooming in the lake sway to meet them. The green water and green mountains complement each other, and it looks like an indescribable fairyland on earth. The illusory person who stands with his hands behind his back and holds a jade flute.

Wearing the luxurious silkworm brocade, the white and smooth color is in harmony with the long hair hanging from the waist. He closed his eyes and nodded, and the soft sunlight gently scattered on his beautiful face, but it could not melt the frost on his face, nor could it warm the heart that had sunk into the cold pond.

How can I believe the sayings of ghosts and gods? But now he has to believe...

Zhuge Mingzhu may be Zhuge Mingzhu, but it cannot be his Ayin, that naughty and tricky girl, who loves to laugh and make trouble, dares to love and hate, no matter how big the disaster is, maybe she just acts like a spoiled person with you, and you can give her the whole day.

There are thousands of precious things in the world, but none of them can compare to her hair and a smile.

But the person he carefully treasured disappeared from this world forever. No matter how scheming or powerful he was, he could not fight against the sky and could not find that wisp of soul.

He could imprison Zhuge Mingzhu or treat her as a sculpture to relieve the pain of lovesickness, but he could never deceive his heart. He knew how stingy his Ayin was and would be unhappy. Even if longing was a poison that penetrated the intestines, he would not treat anyone as a substitute.

A Yin, his A Yin, no one in the world can replace...

Every day I have passed now is redundant. Sunrise and sunset. He guarded this worry-free island built for her. He could only grow old slowly, but was so cowardly that he dared not live without a lifetime, just because he was afraid that maybe one day, she would come back, afraid that she would bear the pain she suffered.

"Jing Chen." From a distance, I saw the back of the man. Qiyin ran happily towards the white shadow. Her pretty face was red and particularly tender and seductive under the light. Xiao Jingchen heard a familiar voice, his body was slightly stiff. He turned around and looked at Qiyin, who had already rushed into her arms. His hands stopped in the air, but he never fell down.

"Jing Chen?" Seeing that he did not respond, Qiyin looked up and looked at his eyes steadily. The deep eyes rolled in struggle. His pursed lips opened lightly, asking carefully, afraid that the dream would be broken, "A Yin..."

Is it Ayin...

Is it really Ayin...

"Jing Chen, I am Ayin, I am Ayin." Qiyin nodded heavily in her eyes, hugged him tightly again, absorbing the familiar and calm smell.

"Ayin, I finally waited until you came back." Xiao Jingchen closed his eyes, suppressed the intense rolling emotions in his chest, and his arms were closed inch by inch, as if they were about to rub her into his flesh and blood, and could no longer give her a chance to disappear from his eyes!

"Don't leave again, never leave again, okay, A Yin."

"No, never again." Qiyin raised her chin and burst into tears. The soft light was scattered in the eyes of looking at him, "Jing Chen, why can you tell us."
Chapter completed!