Without him, her soul seemed to have been drained dry.
However, she had to let him go!
Now that we have reached this point, there is no way back.
But she couldn't give up Xijian Liying no matter what.
She didn't know how she could have two such complex and difficult-to-explain emotions.
These two emotions were intertwined and almost drove her crazy.
She only felt his hand holding her palm tremble slightly, his fingertips were cold, trying to freeze her heart.
She turned her head and looked at his beautiful eyes that made her heart beat, hurt, and last forever.
"Have you decided that you will never regret it again?" He said in a low voice, and smiled bitterly like a self-hypnosis.
"Me?" Yanran opened her mouth. Will she regret it? Maybe, but now, she will still do it.
The next sentence has not yet been spoken.
Xi Jian Liying's body had fallen limply on the table in front of her.
"Xijian Liying!" She was startled, and without thinking about it, she rushed forward to help him.
Looking at the hand that she actively threw away, a trace of sadness, a trace of bitterness, and a trace of despair flashed across Jun Wuhen's face.
And Xijian Liying, who was supported by Yanran, opened her eyes and saw her face, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Yanran, you haven't left yet?"
"Xijian Liying, you bastard, you think death is so easy!" she roared angrily.
"If you don't heal my injury and get better, I never want to see you again!" She threatened through gritted teeth.
Listening to her growling, looking at the worry in her eyes, looking at her face stained with her own blood.
He smiled softly, his smile was ethereal: "Yanran, you called me a bastard again!" He murmured.
The thought of three thousand years ago came to mind, when she said to him sadly, I will love you, bastard, even until my death!