"Maohuang should stop joking! What kind of virtue can I, Nan Liyou? Can the dignified Lord Mohuang be so worried and ask for forgiveness like this?" He smiled coldly, and the indifferent voice made Nan Liyou listen to it.
I don't know what I'm talking about.
I just feel that my mind is very messy and blank.
Perhaps, when facing Lian Chengjue who has not recovered her memory, she may be open and honest and not be afraid.
But now that his memory has been restored and everything has been remembered, she feels extremely panicked. The panic makes her feel a little overwhelmed.
"Li'er!" Lian Chengjue's eyebrows frowned into the character "Chuan", and he was a little anxious. What exactly should he do before she would forgive him.
"You know, what you saw a thousand years ago was not me. I, Lian Chengjue, never loved a woman other than you in my life. Do you know my heart, right?" he said loudly.
, bending her body over, lifting her hand, and pressing it on her heart.
"Touch it! Here, it is beating for you!"
"I stabbed you with a sword that day. At that time, I had just come from the Sea of Forgotten, and I had no memory and I didn't know who you were. If I knew, I would never hurt you like that!"
"Actually, over the past five years, there has been a red shadow in my mind, dancing in my mind, and whenever I feel that shadow, my heart will be inexplicably painful. I know that I have forgotten one very important thing.
The person!”
"It doesn't matter if you hate me, blame me, blame me, blame me, Li'er, forgive me!" Lian Chengjue said quietly. God knows how much effort he took to say these words and how much courage he had used.
Nan Liyou took a breath, and the cold air entered her body, which made her stunned, and her brain suddenly became fresh.
She raised her head, met the same charming purple eyes, and smiled faintly: "I don't hate you, I don't blame you, I don't blame you, let alone you!"
When Lian Chengjue heard this, he felt relieved and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Little thing, I knew, you will definitely forgive me, right?"
Nan Liyou shook his head and smiled indifferently: "No, we have passed long ago, there is no so-called forgiveness or not!"
"No...no!" Lian Chengjue suddenly became violent. Violet's eyes, monster, and a cold breath rose on his handsome face. He held her arms tightly and stared at her in a daze.
: "No! We have no past! Who can allow it to pass!"
"I! I said it passed, and it passed!" Nan Liyou smiled. That smile was both cold and ruthless, and more of an alienation.
"Li'er..." Lian Chengjue's arms tighter. He buried his head in her shoulders, his cool skin pressed against her neck, and murmured, "Little thing, forgive me, okay?"
At this moment, he is no longer the noble magic shepherd, but a child who did something wrong.
Nan Liyou frowned. He never thought that the dignified Mohuang would lower his figure and be so humble.
No, there is no intersection between them anymore. As early as the moment when Ling Xiaohan became a magical demon.
The moment his sword ruthlessly stabbed her, they had already gone.
Five years later, she was reborn again and gave up those thoughts that shouldn't have existed.
Between them, it's over.
What's more, there is still a gap between them. It was the blood curse she put on Lian Chengjue back then...