His chest froze, Lan Yue's face instantly turned pale, and her voice was low and trembling:

"Don't talk about it......"

Qianling's face was full of tears, and she staggered and slowly took a few steps back, and the empty and dead silence in her eyes gradually revealed despair:

"I've been a disaster since I was a kid, and no one around me has ended well...... Mom and Dad are like this, Xiao Yu is like this, Grandpa is like this, and even Ellen Is's irrelevant people are like this......"

The night breeze is shallow, and the white dress flutters quietly in the twilight. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A smile suddenly appeared on Qianling's tearful face, but it was extremely bitter and sad:

"Now, even Lisan and the Yinfeng Valley have become like this...... What's the point of living for a person like me? If I had known this, it would have been better to die on the execution table in the first place, and I would have been ...... a hundred times."

The twilight was heavy, and the black robe danced lightly in the night breeze.

Lan Yue looked at the despair in her eyes, and her heart suddenly trembled, as if she was being clenched fiercely, and gradually her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe.

Slowly stepped forward, reached out and gently hugged her who couldn't help but tremble into his arms.

"I'm sorry ......"

He lowered his head and hugged her tightly, his voice low and hoarse.

It was his sudden intrusion that broke her original peaceful life, it was he who left alone without thinking about her situation and safety, it was his failure to protect her again and again, causing her to break her wings and be displaced......

"I'm sorry. ”

Sentence after sentence, muttering in a low voice. But no amount of sorry can get back her lost wings, and no amount of regret can make up for the mistakes he made.

"You don't have to tell me I'm sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry for, I'm to blame for all this, I deserve it!"

"I saved you, you saved me, we don't owe each other for a long time, my affairs have nothing to do with you, you don't need to apologize to me, and you don't need to care about me!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and Qianling couldn't help but struggle to push him away, but he hugged him tightly and couldn't break free.

"I'm sorry. ”

The voice is low, and there is sadness in persistence.

Qianling couldn't help but tremble and struggle, and gradually tears raged and spread, wetting the soft black fox fur around his neck.

Her hand grabbed the placket of his shirt little by little, tears ran down the tip of her nose, and she cried out in a hoarse voice:

"I waited for so many years before I finally got wings, and finally left the Rose Garden and had my own life...... Why should I save you...... Why should I meet you......"

"Without you I wouldn't have lost my wings, I wouldn't have left Ellens, the Bard Valley wouldn't have been slaughtered, Lesan wouldn't have died, and without you none of this would have been what it is! I hate you...... I hate you!"

Chestnut hair clinging to her tear-dappled cheeks, she cried and struggled to thrash, her clenched fists whitening and stained with crystal teardrops.

Eyelashes trembled slightly, Lan Yue lowered her head and hugged her tightly, letting her cry and scream and slam punch after punch into his chest with a muffled sound.

His cheeks were pale, and he slowly closed his eyes as he gently buried her soft, tear-soaked chestnut hair.

The pain in my heart gradually became numb, as if something was torn apart bit by bit, and blood flowed.

In the distance, among the dark trees, several black figures melted into the twilight, quietly looking into the distance.

"She's so presumptuous......!"

A black-clothed guard woman stretched her membrane wings and wanted to rush forward, but was grabbed by a man next to her and slowly shook her head.

The moonlight lingers like water, the river is sparkling, and the snow-white flowers are swaying and clustering at the feet of the two people who are hugging each other.

The heart-rending cries faded into silence, and the low sobs in the twilight were staccato and staccato.

Qianling cried so much that she didn't have the strength to struggle.

With a slight sniffle, she gradually calmed down.

It's been too long since I've cried and vented like this.

I don't know when she got used to hiding herself, to enduring silently, to gritting her teeth and persevering.

Since the raid of Ellens, she has been tense these days, and the grief caused by the death of Lissan, coupled with the disappointment of Ellens, is like a boulder pressing on her heart, and it is difficult to breathe, unbearable.

cried so happily, and all the grievances and sorrows that had been stuffed in my heart for months were vented in one go.

The body is extremely tired, but the heart is much lighter.

"Still sad?"

The sound was soft and close at hand.

A warm hand gently combed her weeping hair.

Qianling was stunned, slowly snorted and drooped her head.

The soft black hair fell down on his shoulders and chest, like a thin veil woven by the crystal moon, close at hand, gently brushing her cheeks, soft and gentle, like silent comfort.

"Ling, the past is in the past, no matter what happens, it will not affect your choice of a happy future...... That's what you said to me. ”

The voice in my ears was very soft, revealing a hint of comfort and nostalgia.

She was stunned, her eyes were wet, and her nose suddenly became a little sour:

"Do you remember ......?"

"I remember everything you said to me. ”

The moon was like water, the field was quiet, and his voice was extremely clear.

Qianling slowly raised her head and looked at his face, her eyes suddenly trembling slightly.

Close at hand, eyes opposite.

The long black hair seemed to be stained with the night sky and the stars, and it shone softly in the moonlight.

He stared at her quietly, a smile slowly appearing on his lips, brighter than the moonlight.

The white cheeks are faintly pale, crystal clear like pure ice and snow, and the beauty is thrilling.

It's just that the clear eyes that stared at her deeply were dark red and bloody, and they were no longer the color she was familiar with.

The hand was gently held, and the warmth came from his palm. Lan Yue stared at her deeply, and her voice gently revealed seriousness and firmness, as if she had made a vow:

"From now on, nothing like this will ever happen again, I promise. ”

The moonlight was as clear as a long veil, the long hair was shining silver, and the young man's fair cheeks were smeared in the cold moonlight, shining slightly with a hazy brilliance.

"Ling, don't go, follow me back to the Demon Clan. ”

He stared at her, his dark red eyes flowing like watery moonlight, crystal clear, crystal clear, revealing a trace of sincerity, a trace of warmth.

Such an expression, such a look...... Can't refuse.

Her lips twitched slightly, and she wanted to say something, but her throat was dry and she couldn't make a sound.

"Xiaoling—"

Eager shouts came from across the field.

Qianling was stunned, this voice was ...... Li Jing?!

Oops, how did they ...... so quickly

The hand was gently clenched, and the familiar warmth came from the palm. Qianling raised her eyes and looked into the dark red eyes that were staring deeply at her.

The long eyelashes were smeared with a hazy moonlight, Lan Yue looked at her quietly, and the bottom of her eyes flowing with crystal moonlight suddenly flashed a trace of imperceptible gloom:

"Even if it...... Is it for that newborn fox child?"

Qianling was stunned.

"Xiaoling, after I die, Xiaoruo will ask you. ”

In a trance, I remembered Lissan's last words.

His eyelids drooped and his hands clenched a little.

Li Sang, what kind of face do I have to take care of Xiaoruo?