The elegance and purity of the past have disappeared.

But, what does this matter?

Feng Miaolian's nose was deaf, her eyes were blind, she could not see or smell... She just reached out to support the body that was about to rot, her heart was full of joy, and her smile was full of smiles: "Yejia, I knew you were there, you were there all the time... I know... you would never leave without saying goodbye to me..."

The moonlight shone his body like a cube of ice.

Now, the sun has come out, and there is no hope of survival in the ice... Nature has given him temperature, sunshine, and from then on, the ice and snow will melt... He is about to melt! He can no longer hold on. But he is laughing, just like a person with a long drought suddenly saw the rain, a rain fell in time, and the pain of his body and mind suddenly disappeared slowly...

She lifted his clothes and untied the rags calmly, facing each other nakedly. She didn't feel blushed or ashamed at all. It seemed that she had done this countless times, just like she had been with her for many years.

The wounds from the shoulder to the lower abdomen, the clusters of arrows that slashed through the heart, the interlaced scars behind them... Blood stains buried the old and the new ones layer by layer, and finally, a devastating pain burst out at once...

He was so injured.

How many times has he been chased?

Even though he knew he was being hunted, why did he still have to return to this capital again and again?

Doesn't he feel pain?

Hasn't he ever repented or hesitated?

There are really people in this world who are so stupid? His experience since childhood has made him so stupid. In addition to being a Buddha, he is a woman.

Buddha and women, roses in front of Buddha, scum the defenders called for... he and she were both scum.

Under the white moonlight, she stared at his face, dark, messy, haggard, and fallen... Even her hand hugging his neck, his brown neck was so soft and firm, like Wu Feng's clay bamboo... Now, her neck is also covered in scars, and the tentacles are rough, and there is no beauty anymore.

The most beautiful body turned into the ugliest skeleton.

Ye Jia, he wasn't angry too much. He just didn't know how powerful he was, and he struggled until now.

Feng Miaolian stared at him.

Looking at him carefully.
Chapter completed!