Lan Yue's eyelashes were trembling, and finally the tails of her eyes were red and fell into the water, and the mist under her moist eyes spread, and she closed her eyes and stopped looking at her.

"Don't cry, don't cry...... Qianling was stunned for a moment, and then her heart was like a knife, holding him and carefully kissing away the tears, choking and feeling so distressed that tears fell, "It's me who is not good, I have always been bad to you......"

I didn't perceive your intentions, I didn't perceive your sadness, I thought I was good for you, I thought I was going to give you the best, but I hurt you and your blood was incomplete......

"I'm too stupid, I'm too stupid, I've always liked and liked the moon the most, but I was so stupid that I thought it was family affection......" Qianling hugged him gently with tears streaming down her face, her heart sore and tingling, "You don't want to tell the truth again...... I asked it, but why didn't you tell it...... Yue is so gentle, so smart, so powerful, so beautiful...... You need the best and best girls in the world to be worthy. ”

She hugged him and stroked his long and smooth hair, as if touching a treasure, and her tears fell down in big drops and said sadly and hoarsely:

"I'm not worth it...... I don't deserve you to be so nice to me......"

His body was hugged gently and slowly, and his embrace was so weak that he didn't have half of his strength, but it was as gentle and tolerant as before, like honey water soaking her, like a harbor accepting her.

Qianling looked at the young man's long eyelashes like butterfly wings, and her skin was like snow and kissed back, sealing the words in her mouth. Reflecting the damp tear at the end of his eyes, like soft reeds, gently touching her softest and most sensitive nerves, easily beating her heart and beating the noisy gongs and drums.

So the words of the low, magnetic voice easily reached her ears, weak but clear. Qianling trembled her eyelashes and sank into this sweet and soft kiss like a marshmallow, his eyelashes and hair were the color of the night, and his ice eyes were like frost, full of vast emotions that she couldn't understand in the past, deeper and broader than the sea of stars was enough to cover her entirely:

"No Worth, No Worthless......"

"Only willing or not. ”

Qianling was stunned and stupid, as if she understood his eyes for the first time, as if she had been soaked in honey and softened, sinking into these clear and bewitching eyes.

He was still seriously injured and woke up, weak and haggard, and he couldn't even finish his words coherently.

But the eyes that stared at her were filled with a layer of transparent and moist mist, clear and bright, revealing the persistence of a moth to the fire and the unrepentance of being crushed, and in the depths of the deepest pupils, it was the simplest and purest love and original intention, and the imprint generally cherished her appearance alone.

Where can there be a demon with such eyes?

He is distinct...... It's her angel.

Qianling cried and laughed again, hugging him crying and laughing and rubbing around, like a fool like a madman, attached to his body temperature and taste, so relieved and satisfied that even if the sky fell, he was not afraid.

Grandfather......

Xiaoling has found the person who loves her the most in the world.

Although the process is very hard and long, in the tortuous and bumpy road, the fog gradually dissipates and the future and direction are found.

It turned out that from the very beginning, she met the most correct person. It turned out that the longed-for love that he had longed for for a long time was by his side in the thunder and rain and never left.

Two months later.

The night faded and the day returned, as if the seven days and seven nights of abnormal celestial phenomena had never appeared, and the recovery and growth of all things were more prosperous than before.

"Get up. ”

The three warm suns on the sun warmed the window lattice, the white floats and sunks in the air were flying, and the teenagers in the snow-white bedding were also warm.

Qianling lay on the pillow and scraped the tip of his nose, played with his long hair, giggled and got into the gap in the futon, avoided the abdominal wound and gently hugged him, and Meizi chirped the young man's beautiful eyebrows, which was so sticky that it was inseparable.

"Moon, wake up. ”

Fingers gently slid over Lan Yue's fair cheeks, flicked the long curled eyelashes, Qianling slept on his pillow, hugged someone comfortably, and stroked the black hair that spread out along his back.

After the Tears of God were served, the ban on time was lifted, and on the day of the return of the seven days and seven nights, he had awakened once, and then fell into a deep sleep intermittently.

The Aurora Holy Sword is said to be the holy weapon of the Divine Son Angel, even if it is an immortal body, this time it is only a thin line away from the broken bones. Even if he forcibly dragged people back from the brink of ashes with the tears of God, the shackles of hell were still entangled in him, and he refused to let go easily.

Fortunately, she is very old, and she can wait for as long as she wants. He loved so bitterly and painfully, so desperately and humbly...... Now it was her turn to wait for him.

Based on the fact that Clover and the Immortal Body are both powerful bargaining chips against the Grim Reaper, two months have passed, and although the time to wake up is short, sometimes falling asleep while talking, the number of times I wake up is slowly increasing. She learned to be stronger and more patient, keeping the treehouse clean and warm, and guarding his body. Even if it takes a hundred years and a thousand years, she will wait for him and wait for him to recover as before.

Thinking like this, Qianling raised her head and gently imprinted a piece of four-leaf clover on his eyebrows, and then printed another one on it. She knew that only one would take effect, but if she could, she was willing to give him all the four-leaf clovers and all the luck.

When she opened her eyes again, she was looking at a pair of silver eyes that were sparkling with ice and snow, reminding her of the snowfall in winter. The beautiful long eyelashes cast a broken shadow, hiding the tenderness of the ice and snow in the depths of the endless pupils.

"Awake?" she muttered as her eyes flushed and she bit his lip hard, "I've missed you for two days." ”

Lan Yuexing's eyes were still ignorant, and her eyelashes trembled when she was bitten by this bite, and she completely woke up, and saw her getting into his quilt and hugging the old husband and wife, and her face was red to the base of her neck.

"Don't be shy. ”

Qianling clasped his waist into his arms, picked up his chin with his fingers, and leaned in to Xiangxiang and chirped softly:

"Don't hide. ”

Lan Yue's dangling eyelashes bathed in the sun, and she trembled between tossing and turning, like butterfly wings rising and falling. The milk-colored skin was dyed red, and it became more and more tempting, and Qianling couldn't help biting him twice before stopping.

“……”

So I saw that the usually cold young man was kissed and ashamed, like an ostrich buried in her arms, looking like he didn't dare to see anyone.

Qianling giggled and wanted to raise his face, against his forehead to "admire" this shy and cute appearance with nowhere to hide, and she liked it so much:

"I'm going to stick to you for the rest of my life, and now I'm ashamed like this, what will I do in the future?"

The tips of the noses touch, and the breath of each other can be heard close to each other. He slowly raised his eyelashes to look at her, his silver eyes were crystal clear in the sun, clear and transparent, but still a little shy dodge.

Qianling sighed, hugged him and rubbed her cheeks gently, only to feel that his body in her arms was like a magnet imprisoning her, and her heart was so soft that it melted:

"Even if one day, you get tired of me, I won't leave......"