"Is he still alive?" Rong Jing asked again.

Yun Qianyue curled her fingers and remained silent.

"You speak!" Rong Jing's voice suddenly increased.

Yun Qianyue suddenly closed her eyes weakly, shook her head, her lips finally opened, her voice was hoarse, and she said with difficulty: "I don't know either. Maybe he is still alive, like me, came to this world, and lived well in a corner of this world. Maybe not, it's just that I'm too concerned, that... that chemical reaction is just a coincidence..."

Rong Jing held Yun Qianyue's hand tighter again.

Yun Qianyue felt the pain coming from her hands, which was transmitted from her palm, as if it was directly transmitted to her heart.

"Yun Qianyue, does your hands hurt?" Rong Jing suddenly asked in a low voice, his voice unspeakable gentleness at this moment.

"Yeah!" Yun Qianyue nodded, closed her eyes and did not open them, and did not look at Rong Jing's face.

"Do you know that my heart hurts tens of millions of times than your hands?" Rong Jing said.

Yun Qianyue pursed her lips again, not knowing how to answer. She had always known that whenever she touched the person in her heart, she and Rong Jing were like a mountain separated by a layer of mountains. Perhaps the mountain was more than one layer, but a mountain stream. Her heart was endless ice, and his heart was full of sharp thorns. How could those thorns were pierced on the heart? He hurt, and she felt so much.

Rong Jing suddenly let go of his hand, stood up and stood up.

Yun Qianyue opened her eyes suddenly with her eyes closed. She saw Rong Jing no longer looking at her, but turned around and stood in front of the bed, facing the window, unable to see his face, and his jade-like hands were carried behind her. The crescent white brocade robe was like a layer of ice in this short time, and her whole body was filled with a cold breath. The temperature in the room suddenly became cold because of his breath. She looked at him, and her expression suddenly became a little stunned.

How long has it been since they became estranged because of Xiaoqi? Has it been a long time?

As he said, every day is like every year. It is not the kind of hardship that lives like a year, but the two want to love each other longer. Xiaoqi has been sealed in the hearts of the two of them. The dust in her heart cannot be touched, so Rong Jing helped her stop touching. I thought that there was a profound conversation that she was willing to give her all her strength to forget and never remember it, but some things suddenly came when she had not forgotten it, and she was too tired to be careful.

For example, Xiaoqi may really live in a corner of this world.

Rong Jing suddenly turned around and met Yun Qianyue's gaze. All the emotions in Yun Qianyue's eyes were absorbed by him. He suddenly looked down and smiled faintly for a moment. He stopped looking at Yun Qianyue and walked out the door.

Yun Qianyue didn't think about it. When he passed by her, she grabbed his hand, tightly and extremely hard.

Rong Jing paused, without looking at Yun Qianyue, and shook her hand away.

Yun Qianyue held it tightly, as if she had used a lot of effort to keep his hands silent in her hands.

Rong Jing seemed to want to break free from Yun Qianyue, and internal force came from the palm of his hand, like a cluster of light, bounced Yun Qianyue's hand outward.

Yun Qianyue pursed her lips tightly and moved her internal force. Her fingertips emitted a faint blue color, shining by the light, as if it was a touch of emerald green on the bluestone. It could be split with just one more force, making the emerald green jade, or crushed to pieces.

Rong Jing suddenly withdrew his internal force and remained motionless. Ren Yunqianyue grabbed her hand and still didn't look at her.

Yun Qianyue's whole body seemed to relax at this moment. She was sitting and looking at Rong Jing stiffly. Rong Jing gave her a side. Even a contour on the side could make her know that his current expression must be dim, obscure, unspeakable, and bleak. These expressions reflected his heart, and he must have been pricked by countless sharp thorns. Should she say sorry? Who did she feel sorry for? It's Xiaoqi

?Is it her? Or he? Rong Jing has the right to be angry with her, does she blame her, right? She is the one who can't let go from beginning to end. Even when they love each other the most, there is a closed heart and temporary forgetting, thinking that it has never happened, but she doesn't know that it is in that corner. Once there is a trace of involvement about the past, she will remember the time that has been engraved in her bones, reminding that there is still someone she sent away and never returns...

She doesn't want to look in the mirror like this, let alone how is Rong Jing willing to see him?

Yun Qianyue suddenly closed her eyes and let go of her hands in dejection. Her voice was extremely low, and there was a dark scent of self-deprecation in her tone, "You go!"

Rong Jing suddenly turned around and looked at Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue leaned softly on the back of the chair, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered her eyes, but she could not wave away the two rich shadows under her eyes. She thought that if a sword pierced her heart now, it might be better for her and him than she did.

Rong Jing looked at her, she was so thin, with almost no slim waist. Her hands were petite, her hands were originally fair, but now they were faintly green, and the cardamom on her nails was glowing with a blue-white light. Women in this world liked to dye their nails bright red and dazzling and noble. Her nails were always clear blue-white, like clouds and mists. They were like her people. Even though he thought he had seen her through so many years, he actually felt that he was just looking at the surface of a mountain. Her thoughts, her knowledge, her character, her beliefs, her persistence in her heart, as well as her kindness, or likes and dislikes, and the deep things she buried that were beyond him. Between them, they were never separated by the identity and status of Miss Yun and Prince Rong’s prince, but by the untouchable mountain peaks.

He thought he was talented and talented, and there was nothing in the world that he could not control or control, but only she. He could not control, could not control, could not touch, could not touch. Even if he hugged her, he felt that it was too far away. He also felt decayed in his heart.

The two of them stood and sat, one looked at the other, and the other closed their eyes. The room was quiet.

After a long time, Rong Jing suddenly placed his hands on both ends of the back of the chair, wrapped around Yun Qianyue's shoulders, and leaned over to kiss her lips.

Suddenly, it was too late to prevent it.

Yun Qianyue's long eyelashes trembled, as if she wanted to open her eyes, but after trembling, she closed her eyes and remained motionless, allowing Rong Jing's elegant breath to wrap her up.

Rong Jing's kiss was powerful, as if he wanted to submerge Yun Qianyue. There was a familiar smell between his lips and teeth. Although he was so intimate and familiar countless times, he was like an addicted poison. He tasted it again and again, and he still tried it all the time, and was willing to sink, even if he was poisoned to death.

Yun Qianyue seemed to feel the lingering smell. It seemed that the sky collapsed, the earth was sank, the mountains were shaking, the sea was shaking, the rocks were rotten, the tall buildings collapsed, and the body was dead and bones were destroyed. He still did not let her go. She felt suffocation, and felt the consciousness was dissipated, but she felt the breath of this person even more strongly, and she had been locking her firmly, giving her a feeling that no matter whether it was life or death, or where she was born or die, there was such a person who imprisoned her.

She felt an unprecedented feeling, and even this feeling had a deep imprint and impact in her heart.

This is an unusual kiss!

Not gentle, not crazy, only lingering, it seems that the two people are integrated. They are not **, but they are bone-destroying.

Yun Qianyue felt that her consciousness was floating away, and she felt the feeling of death.

Rong Jing let her go at this time and watched her softly locked on the chair by him. The person who was once full of energy was lying there so little and weakly, his eyebrows and eyes were still clear and refined, but his whole body felt weak. It seemed that the fallen leaves floating in the wind would be blown away, or land on the ground, turning into dust. His heart suddenly ached. His hands held her shoulders tightly and shouted, "Yun Qianyue!"

His voice was hoarse, as if he had gravel in his mouth.

The clouds and the moon remained motionless, as if they had not heard of it.

He shook her shoulder hard, his tone heavier, as heavy as a tremendous pound, "Yun Qianyue!"

Yun Qianyue's body tilted twice, her long eyelashes moved, narrowing a slit in her eyes, gradually opening her eyes, with a misty fog in her eyes, and she looked at the person in front of her in a daze.

As poetic as a painting, he is always elegant. But the elegance at this moment has a hint of urgency, anxiety and pain.

"Yun Qianyue, who am I?" Rong Jing stared at Yun Qianyue's eyes, wanting to see himself in her eyes, but there was only a thick cloud. His voice suddenly became a little lighter.

"Rong Jing!" Yun Qianyue spit out two words, her voice was dry.

"Are you sure?" Rong Jing still stared into her eyes.

"Confirm!" Yun Qianyue nodded.

"Are you sure? Not someone else?" Rong Jing asked again.

"No!" Yun Qianyue shook her head.

Rong Jing seemed to see the clouds fading away inch by inch inch inch inch inch in her eyes. At first it was a small sunny day. He saw his eyes in that small piece. Gradually, the small sunny day expanded, and the clouds dissipated, and finally turned into his entire face. His whole face was reflected in her eyes. So clear. His hand on her shoulders clasped him tightly again, staring at her eyes, and said word by word: "At the qiongbi and the underworld!"

Yun Qianyue stared at him in a daze.

"I will never let you go in my life! Even if he is alive, I will not! Remember it, remember it! It is best to remember it! Otherwise, even if it turns the world, even if it kills him, even if it completely turns into a dead person, live in your memory and never fades. I will do whatever I want." Rong Jing said again.

Yun Qianyue's body trembled.

Rong Jing suddenly let go of her, stood up straight, and sorted out the folds of the crescent white brocade robe. He stopped looking at her, and walked out of the room, his steps were as gentle as ever, and his back was as bright as ever, with his clouds and high sun, and his orchid and jade trees.
Chapter completed!