She talks about being domineering, but in fact she knows very well that she cannot defeat Lan Yue even if she has no strength. Thinking about it makes her feel sad, why did she pick up such a dangerous person to come back to fight against her?

He smiled and said hello, sat in the car, stretched out his hand to lift the curtains, and the scenery outside the car came into his eyes. He saw Si Zhu being pushed back by Si Huitian, and before entering the carriage, the other party looked over, Ben

She should have wanted to see him, but she saw him instead.

Sizhu just glanced at each other and then turned away. The two carriages were getting further and further away, heading in different directions, but he was looking at the direction they left in a trance. Why, he suddenly felt for a moment that they were actually the same.

Touching the ring in his sleeve through the fabric, it was what Lan Yue had given him just now. It was a ring that did not belong to him, but Lan Yue said that it already belonged to him.

"Don't lose it again." Lan Yue said this to him calmly.

He has been with Lan Yue for more than five years. From the time he ascended to that high position to now, he has seen too much of his silence, his forbearance, and his repressed hatred. The original him, and the

Hate turned into a breath of life, because there was a destination waiting for him ahead. But today he realized that the breath in him seemed to have dissipated, just like the footsteps he left just now, walking forward aimlessly.

Her soft call came to my ears, and when I turned around, I saw her warmth was close at hand.

Does this really belong to him?

That ring had always belonged to Lan Yue, so how could it suddenly belong to him?

Looking at her concerned face, a sense of shame flowed up through his blood and returned to the bottom of his heart. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm tightly, and opened his mouth to tell everything, and to tell her not to misunderstand that person.

, the truth back then was not so cruel and there was no betrayal.

Fengling was shocked by his abnormal behavior. Seeing that his face was pale and he was holding back the pain, he thought he was feeling unwell, so he hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? Is it the lingering poison that has not been cleared away? Si Huitian hasn't gone far yet, I'll stop her right away."

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He held her back and hurriedly explained: "No! No... I'm fine! How could I be bad? I have no regrets now."

Somehow, the more he spoke, the more he sounded out of sorts. It sounded quite baffling to her. She couldn't tell what was strange, but something was wrong.

She put the back of her hand against his forehead, feeling a little warm. The weather was still cold, so she was afraid of freezing. She took off her coat and put it on him. Then she held him against her shoulders and rubbed his hands to keep them warm. She said nothing during the whole process.

What.

After a short silence, she noticed the sound of water dripping on her clothes. She carefully suppressed it very softly. He didn't want her to notice it, so she didn't bother him. Their faces were close to his forehead and they leaned against each other, passing each other.

temperature.

Late at night, in the Emperor's Palace, a black smoke slowly climbed into the sky, changing from thick to lighter, and in the distance you could see the light of fire illuminating the night.

By the lake, Wu Qi and Luoshui were both looking at the man standing by the brazier without saying a word, with complicated expressions on their faces.

The same objects, bows, letters, clothes... were all given to her when she was young. She once cherished them so much, but now they were discarded one by one. The flames devoured them and burned them into ashes bit by bit.

The fire lasted for a long time. Finally, he pulled off the thing that was hidden under his clothes and put it around his neck. There was a pair of wooden rings hanging on it. The material and pattern were very ordinary. It was very different from the sparkle of the previous rings. They were clearly the same.

When a person makes such an obvious contrast, can he still not see how much concentration he has used?

The firelight reflected the shadow of his intoxicating silhouette, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face. He casually put the last piece connected to her into the flame, turned around and left.


Chapter completed!