Chapter 108: Feng Xiaoyu's Visit: The Back View of Xiao Se
"Crazy, have you had breakfast? Why don't you eat this! I'll buy it later."
You'er asked.
"No, right son, I'm leaving now. I'll come over and see you when you have time."
Feng Xiaoyu smiled bitterly, looking at the quarreling You'er and Nangong Yi, bursts of sadness surged from the bottom of her heart. Is it too late? He should have taken action earlier. Now, does he still have a chance?
"Yeah! Crazy, I'll take you out!"
You'er looked at Feng Xiaoyu's desolate back. It was desolate. Why did she think of this word? She felt strange in her heart.
But the moment she stood up, Nangong Yi grabbed her wrist. He held it so tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and she felt pain as if her wrist bones were about to break.
"Bingshan, what are you doing?"
Youer opened his mouth with difficulty and tried to take out the hand that was so painfully grabbed by him.
"do not go--"
Nangong Yi's voice was hoarse and heartbreaking. He was afraid, afraid that she would leave, and that the victory he had just won would be shattered the moment she left.
Slowly he relaxed his grip on her, buried his head in her neck, smelled the faint fragrance of her long hair, and covered up all the emotions in his eyes.
You'er looked up at the door and found that Feng Xiaoyu's figure had long since disappeared.
There was a frightening silence floating in the air. You'er didn't know what happened to him, but he suddenly became so sad. She felt the deep-rooted sadness from him. She didn't know what to do. She looked out of the corner of her eye.
I saw a large bouquet of white lilies on the table.
"Iceberg, what a beautiful lily, is it caused by madness?"
You'er asked softly, hoping to ease this depressing and distressing atmosphere.
Nangong also let her go and looked at the bouquet of lilies with undisguised disgust in his eyes. She actually said it was beautiful, which made him very unhappy.
The corners of his mouth were raised, and he reached out to pick up the bouquet of lilies. His smile was as holy as the white flowers in his hand, but it also had a hint of terrifying weirdness, which made him pause for a moment.
The flower flew out of the hand, drew a beautiful parabola in the sky, and fell heavily to the ground. The petals were scattered all over the ground in a mess.
"Bingshan, Yaya brain, what are you doing!"
"Didn't you say it looks good? This way, it doesn't look good."
Nangong Yi said indifferently, but You'er felt a chill coming from the bottom of her heart. How could this person be so decisive? She was suddenly a little afraid. If one day, he knew that she had lied to him, would he be like that?
Treat her as you would treat this bouquet of flowers.