"It's ridiculous... I've fought with you... I've fought for a lifetime, and in the end... it's all... a dream... a dream... just," Qin Xin's fingertips slowly touched
Touching the lush cheeks:
"All these years...you have been...you have been...you have been hiding from me...soul...why...why are we...we want to do this..."
Cangyu cried in grief, and his hands were tightly holding Qin Xin. Why can't he say a simple word? "What do I want to say... Qin Xin, tell me, I ran away.
Over the years, I don’t want to face you... Why do you have to force me!"
"Forget it...forget..." Her hand stroked Cangyu, as many years ago, she was wearing a flower skirt and circling Cangyu, and that scene appeared in her mind.
Their childhood was so happy and carefree in the Red Leaf Palace.
"Brother, brother..." Qin Xin followed Cang Yu: "Brother, do you like Qin Xin?"
Cangyu caressed her forehead and kissed her gently: "Of course, I am the only sister."
A cute and smirk at him.
That year, the leaves of red leaves fell and touched the lush body. The appearance of those years was like a sudden dream.
The refreshing hand slid quietly, her eyes staring at Cangyu, the love and hatred, infatuation and thoughts over the years, nothing more than...
"Qinxin...Qinxin..." Cangyu was almost collapsed. He looked at Qinxin in front of him. She was dead. Her body gradually lost its warmth. He could not let go and face it. She died just like this.
In his arms, his favorite of his life.
Many people dispersed, only Cangyu was left, quietly holding Qin Xin's body. No matter how he refused to let go, he hugged the cold body in his arms.
Luo Ling and Shanzhi looked at him, but they didn't know what was going on? Didn't Cang Yu hate him so much?
Qinxin is the same, hating Cangyu. They torture each other and think about each other's death. Why, in the end, it will be like this.
Cangyu didn't cry, he quietly hugged Qin Xin's body: "Do you know? I really want to go back to that year, when you were still by my side that year, crying around me... Qin Xin, you know
Is it? Over the years, I have gradually become like you, and my heart has become cold. I thought, I will never think of you again, I will not think of you... I think of everything, the memories related to us, but I feel refreshed, how should I
Do...what should I do...what should I say, I don't love you?"
Luo Ling remembered what Night Cangyu said to him that day, he said, if you love someone, you must learn to let go. There is no such woman as Tao Yue in the world. Tao Yue in his heart is refreshing. Everything he said is only
Be able to let go.
The girl who grew up with him since childhood, the girl who he can't love and wants to let go is refreshing.
Luo Ling sat on the ground and looked at Qin Xin's already cold body. She sighed slightly: "Cangyu, people cannot be resurrected after death."
Although I knew that this sentence was not powerful at all, Luo Ling could only explain it in this way.
Cangyu didn't move, and he hugged Qingxin's body tightly: "Why, I love you, but I can't say it," he said coldly:
"If I had told you earlier, we would not have suffered all the torture for so many years."