"Okay, let go." Jiu'er first let go of Princess Qinhe's hand, then looked at the other hand that was being held, with a faint smile on her face.
"My lord, you can't let go, you can't let go," Princess Qinhe shouted.
However, in Jiu'er's smile, Wen Renjue finally let go slowly and little by little.
"call!"
The sound of wind flew past his ears, causing Jiu'er's face to feel a slight pain.
She knew that her body was falling uncontrollably. She heard Princess Qinhe's cry, heard Princess Qinhe's crying voice telling Wen Renjue that she didn't know martial arts, and heard Wen Renjue's cry.
Absolute shouting.
She just looked at the getting smaller and smaller dark sky, thinking, if there was such a situation in those novels, the male protagonists would jump down regardless of their own lives, die with the heroine, and then escape death together...
...The heroine was so moved that she will never change her mind until death...
She suddenly thought, if Wen Renjue jumped down at this time, would she fall in love with him? Maybe. However, he would not jump down, just like he would not elope with her anyway.
He could no longer see any scenery in his eyes, and could no longer hear any other sounds except the wind. Jiuer slowly took a breath, closed his eyes, disappeared, and gave his body to the wind, letting it blow.
She was flying up and down in the rift valley...
I don't think about anything in my mind, my ears and eyes are all closed, and I am no longer willing to accept anything from the outside. It's just like that... like a wisp of wind between heaven and earth, like a fallen leaf... everything is no longer important, and where it will go is no longer important.
What will happen tomorrow is no longer important... everything is unimportant...
Forget everything, forget the man who let go of her hand, forget him holding another woman's hand tightly and pulling her up the cliff... forget the wind, forget the night, forget the day, forget yourself...
It was floating like that, maybe her heartbreak moved the wind. After all, the wind stopped. It didn't throw her to the rock wall, nor did it throw her into the fast river, but gently placed her in the dense forest.
, among several hares, among a clump of wild flowers.
Lying quietly in the forest, the sun was blocked by the dense branches and leaves, but there were still stars falling on her face.