The man stood there straight, the scene repeated, and he felt a dull pain in his chest.
At first, it was just a slight pain, and in the end, it simply spread, like someone was pounding his heart with a hammer.
Again and again, it shattered his whole heart.
He couldn't hide his slightly pale face.
The girl in front of her is indeed not her, but the relationship with her seems to be real.
The man tried to keep his voice as low as possible, and asked in a rare softness, "Which palace are you from?"
” "Childe refuses to identify himself, how can I show it first?"
She smiled slightly, feeling that the rain was getting thicker and thicker, and there was a thin mist on her cloak.
Slowly invading her undergarment.
This time, just right, can't stay too long.
People's curiosity needs to be controlled, and the more they can't get answers, the more they want them.
Yan Jiuming is also like this.
She hugged the wine jar Shi Shiran and walked towards Yan Jiuming, getting closer and closer, she saw every edge and corner of the man clearly in the thin skylight.
The sword eyebrows that are flying like knives, the narrow and cold eyes, the proud nose, and the thin lips that are pursed all reflect the cold nature of this man.
This is a ruthless man.
I don't know how she thought Yan Jiuming was amorous before, at least, she was amorous.
Because at that time, it was Yan Jiuming who was acting.
He re-enacted his affection for her very vividly, and she couldn't see any flaws, so he thought that his affection for her was never fake.
Now, it's her turn to play the play. will always be more vivid than Yan Jiuming back then.
After all, one day, she will crush him, never see the light of day, life after life, haunted by nightmares, and there is no need to get rid of him.
She walked into the man's eyes in his deep and gloomy eyes, still smiling calmly, and handed the wine jar in her arms to his hand.
"Looking at the son, it seems to be a little sad, this peach blossom brew can solve all worries, so I will give it to the son, I hope it can solve your worries."
She looked at him with a smile on her face, sincere care, and the cunning girlish attitude in her eyes, she could see that he was quite sad.
Yan Jiuming's hand holding the wine jar suddenly tightened a little.
At this time, when he encountered someone breaking into the peach forest, what he should do was to kill her.
However, he didn't even think of killing her from the time he met her, and many of the past overlapped on top of each other.
He watched the plain white figure disappear into the peach forest in a trance, and asked himself in a trance: "But are you back?"
” It should be the dead man who asked.
He knew it couldn't be her coming back, but what he met tonight was real.
Is there really such a strange thing in this world?
At this moment, Yan Jiuming actually deceived himself and felt that this was all arranged by God, and that the girl was the embodiment of his obsession.
She came, just like she used to be.
He's supposed to be her back.
The man stood in the peach forest, raised his head and drank a sip of peach blossom brew, the mellow and cool taste entered his throat, hit his lungs, and spread to his limbs.
He felt a heavy haze in front of him, and asked in a dumb voice into the air, "You say, is she back?"
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