Even though he knew that a man like Yinshuang would not be able to stay in a place like Jiuzhong Tianque for a long time, Yan Rumeng still couldn't help but have a beautiful fantasy in his heart.
Just like I know I can't love, but I still can't help but fall in love with him
Holding him tightly, Yan Rumeng let herself go for the first time
Because, she doesn't know
Will there be such an opportunity in the future
Taking a deep breath, Yinshuang looked down at Yan Rumeng's palms tightly held together on her waist
After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke gently
"Sister Rumeng, I'm sorry!"
When his body shook, Yan Rumeng's palm tightly held loosens weakly
Taking a step back, she raised her hand and smeared her lips.
"Yinshuang, Sister Rumeng makes you laugh! It's getting late, I... go to bed first!"
As she said that, she turned around and walked out of the door, carefully closed the door, and then she went downstairs lightly
Listening to the sound of the noose from the lifting platform outside, Yinshuang suddenly turned around and rushed to the door, grabbed the handrail, but finally did not open the door.
Because he knew that he couldn't promise her
Yan Rumeng is a good woman. Such a good woman should have a good man to take care of.
He can't do it!
Somehow, a face suddenly flashed in front of his eyes
Pale and slim, long eyebrow curly
That's Murong Wushuang's face
Turn around, walk by the window, and turn your eyes toward the direction of the palace
Yinshuang's eyes became deeper little by little
I don't know if she woke up
He also saw what happened yesterday. He thought Murong Wushuang would be fine, but he didn't expect that she still did not escape this disaster.
At first, he was still indifferent when he heard the news of Feng Manxiu's reward.
However, knowing that it was her who was poisoned, Yinshuang lost her calmness.
More than once he convinced himself that he would save her just to make some compensation for the wrong things he did for his brother.
But now, he finally understood
Everything is just an excuse
Murong Wushuang was the first to win his veil that day and sincerely praised him
The name Murong Wushuang was deeply engraved in his heart and could never be erased.