She raised her head, tried to be as calm as possible, and approached him step by step.
However, her eyes did not fall on him.
Feeling her breath pouring into his nose bit by bit, his heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
After opening up three thousand years of memory, he discovered that every bit of this woman had completely penetrated into the depths of his body and soul.
Regardless of whether it was his past life or this life, he could not escape his deep-rooted nostalgia for her.
She was so tender to him and gave everything to him.
She only has him in her eyes, and she loves him deeply.
Why can't they be together in the end every time?
Even the children she conceived for him in each life could not get good results!
But in this life, after all the memories were reshuffled, she even left him heartlessly.
Not even the last trace of affection and compassion was left to myself.
When he thought of this, his heart surged with jealousy, unwillingness and resentment, almost exploding him.
When she walked past him, she suppressed the discomfort in her heart and did not look at him.
Since she was already hurt and couldn't give him love, she could only harden her heart and ignore everything.
When he felt the fragrance on her body leave him.
He suddenly stretched out his arm domineeringly and grabbed her arm, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Wuhen?" she exclaimed.
His exquisitely beautiful face had a terrifying chill, his eyes were meaningful and charming, and his thin lips were pursed tightly.
"Yanran," his hands gripped her body tightly like iron.
He looked at the somewhat nervous woman in his arms.
Today she is different from usual.
In my memory, she disliked using makeup or dressing up the most, but she liked noodles in clear soup the most.
But today, she put on makeup specially for that man.