"Do you still know how to be afraid? You are very capable, Yu Yishan, of causing such a big trouble."
Nangong Yi smiled and said in her ear that she dared to ask him for help. She was not responsible for all these things. There were so many butterflies. If they all pounced on her, he wouldn't be able to resist them.
"Die Bingshan, are you laughing at me? I've already told you that the person I like is you, what else do you want? You can't forgive others."
You'er muttered in a low voice, Yaya has a big brain, don't blame her, okay? Huangfu Ming, just wait! This account will be settled later.
Someone next to me had very good ears, and still heard You'er's muttering. The corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes were full of excitement.
"There are relatively few people on our left rear, and the defense is relatively weak. After a while, I said to run, and we rushed out from there."
The two people spoke very quietly, but they all fell into the ears of Huangfu Ming, who was opposite him. His pupils tightened and he held his hands tightly without leaving a trace. Did this idiot really fall in love with someone else? Then who does he count?
"run--"
Nangong also took her hand and wanted to run backstage, but encountered great resistance. Huangfu Ming held her other hand tightly.
The three of them formed a very awkward posture. The right child's face turned green. Looking at Huangfu Ming behind him, the sadness in his eyes was like a thorn, slightly piercing her heart. The numbness was not her coldness.
, she knew that he was good to her, but there were some things that she couldn't respond to.
He broke free from Huangfu Ming's hand and followed Nangong and disappeared into the crowd.
Huangfu Ming stared at the empty palm for a long time. Just now, she gave up on him again. Why did she say no first every time? Could it be that he didn't do enough? There was a deep sense of loss in his eyes.
His slender fingers took the violin behind him and gently stroked the body. A faint strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The rose at his feet became more and more beautiful under the sunlight, but no one paid attention to it anymore.
Everyone's attention was now focused on the young man.
The melodious and ethereal music gradually sounded, instantly bringing people into a strange state. They looked at the silver-haired boy in the sun in fascination. The hairband slipped, and the silver hair was flying in the wind. He was like a banished immortal who had washed away all the dust.
Like, miraculously landing in a place that was not supposed to belong to him.