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It was dark and quiet, and even the night insects outside the window were sleepy and resting, but only here, only Han Xian's monastery was brightly lit.

The dim candlelight flickered on Han Xian's slightly pale face, looking at this face, can you know that he is a person who is quiet and lost and can't wake up?

The serene face and even breathing all indicate that Han Xian was just asleep.

It's just that this sleep is too deep, so deep that it is close to death, and there is only a line between it, and it is between entering and coming out.

But this thought seemed to be forgotten by the sleeping man.

A pair of beautiful eyes reflected the candlelight, and his sorrow fell on Han Xian's body.

"Heh~~~. ”

It is a smile, it is a soft smile, it is a smile that hides tears deeply, if you smile, this is the face of your lover, like the spring breeze in March, thawing the earth and blowing warm vitality.

Indeed, the result was to freeze itself.

But Han Xian, the person who slept for a long time, still couldn't wake up for a long time.

He had been frozen in ice for too long, or frozen so deep that the soft countenance of his lover could not bring the cold in his heart.

"Hey~~. ”

Is it sadness or joy, although the sigh is inaudible, but it is indeed true and truly echoed in Rong Ruo's heart, his hand was gently raised and stroked Han Xian's cheek, this tenderness is a true lover, a true lover.

"Xianlang~~. ”

How soft and warm the sound was, but the person who had not woken up in bed for a long time did seem to be deliberately making things difficult, just swallowing and breathing evenly, so ruthless that he didn't even want to frown a brow.

After praying to the Buddha, knocking on the gods, and worshipping immortals, heaven and earth are still not merciful.

originally thought that after the arrival of the heart master, Han Xian would be able to come to his senses, but who thought that his life would be saved for the time being, but this was only temporary.

When, when, will he sneak away?

Jun still doesn't wake up.

This is like a farce carefully arranged by heaven and earth, just to play and deceive people who are already suffering physically and mentally, but Rong Ruo, who is full of sorrow in his heart, suddenly has a smile on his face, and there is a trace of shyness rippling in his eyes.

What did she remember?

She remembered what she didn't want to say, and the hands that caressed Han Xian's cheeks raised again, only this time it was to remove the veil that covered her sadness.

Among them, the beauty and the wounds are like flowers at this moment, and they are like flowers that want to be placed in front of Han Xian.

This is a much-debated beauty, as today too few people understand and even less cherish.

But Han Xian, who can't dream in bed at the moment, understands.

Rong Ruo knew he understood!

The vicious scars on Rong Ruoqiao's face like devils should be the pain they take care of, in the eyes of the world, it is the evil of night ghosts, but in the heart of the idiot Han Xian, it is her beauty.

Xi Shi in the eyes of his lover, this wound is left for himself, and he loves everything above.

Right in front of you.

At this moment, the beautiful face in his heart was quietly presented in front of Han Xian, but those eyes still didn't open even a bit.

Why?

What dragged Han Xian into the cold bitterness, what closed his eyes tightly?

The Dao map of the heart, the cold of autumn and winter, the Dao tree is only a bare pole left, there is no life on it, and in this bleak sky, how can there be a trace of starry.

The unrestrained twin stars also sank with Han Xian.

In the bleak winter, under the bare Dao tree, the villain of Han Xian's soul sat cross-legged, and he must have sat for a long time, so that his body was covered with dead leaves.

The haggard face is like a withered grass waiting to die in winter, let the wind sway, everywhere is a grave, the frozen body has no heat, and the heart dies to promote death.

But the eyes of the withered soul are open.

Is he seeing?

Of course, Han Xian's original intention was to see it, but He Nai, these eyes are eyeless and beadless, and there is only empty white in them, and there is no half of the pupil look.

This thing that should have existed, in the sneer of the demon in the heart, in the decadence of Yiyang, in the guilt in the heart, it was lost.

In the long dark night, Han Xian lost his look.

Sitting in front of this tree is like waiting, waiting for the dawn, waiting for the sky to see, waiting for the lover to appear with a smile on his face.

But now that Rong Ruo is here, why can't Han Xian see it?

He was blind.

He had sunk in the darkness for too long, for too long, to find his way home, and he was lost.

"Xianlang~~. ”

The wife is leaning on the door to look at her husband, but the husband does not return, not because the husband does not want to return, but because the road is too far and too long, and the lost person is already too tired in the struggle.

Or in front of the bed of this monk's hall.

After Rong Ruo's soft call, the eyes that were strong and howled and did not cry were finally bright with tears.

Han Xian once thought about it, and the pear blossom appeared in front of him with rain like this, how he should get up and comfort him, but Han Xian still swallowed this even breath and was sleeping with his eyes closed.

A long sleep is like a long death.

There is no moon tonight, and the lights are bright tonight.

"Heh~~. ”

Laughing at himself, crying and comforting himself, the bright teardrops in the corners of his eyes were shocked by Rong Ruoqiang's smile, and Qiang Yan smiled as if asking: "Who am I here for?

Show hands, still those show hands, she blushes, she trembles.

Breathing trembling with a smile on his face, this must be a very nervous thing, but it must be a very willing thing beforehand.

He is my husband, he is my father, in this life and in other lives, but to depend on each other forever. ’

The hand was trembling, and the hand was picked up in the veil that was lightly hidden on the body in the blush, and at this moment the breath was no longer even, but it was indeed exhaled from Rong Ruo's mouth, this is not only something that requires courage to complete, but also a single-minded thought, a decision that is closely dependent on each other in this life.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind moves, and the buds provoke dew.

The gauze clothes fell off the fragrant shoulders, they were flowers, they were beautiful flowers, they were slim and quietly growing out in front of Han Xian's bed, and the blooming hair was only blinking.

The face is blushing, the body is blushing, and the breath is blushing.

Laughing, Rong Ruo blushed in laughter, his eyes fell on Han Xian's face, it was no longer infatuation, but a determination that he would never regret, in this life, in this life, please live up to me!

Is this a farce?

Is Han first dead?

Is Han Xian the dead man in the farce?

Rong Ruo's veil was removed, and even the outer gauze was shed, leaving only the corset to cover up the last embarrassment, but Han Xian was like a happy but dissatisfied villain in a farce.

Still using even breathing to act as this completely dead man.

Closed eyes on the bed, the man, as if arrogant to the bone, man, although a pair of eyes are closed and do not look at it, but he thinks in his heart, who can guess?

Maybe that seemingly inappropriate head is thinking crazy at the moment.

The withered man under the dead tree, the man who can't find his way home, this bleak winter has a subtle anger, the man who is struggling to find his way home must have found his lover's face in the depths of his mental memory, she is leaning on the door to read the king's return, she is guiding the way home.

Struggling, struggling!

Is it embarrassing?

Is the last point still embarrassing?

Ask, is it still embarrassing to keep the last point of tolerance?

Rong Ruo, Qin Mu Rong Ruo, don't talk about the next life, just ask for this life, I am Han Xian's wife.

Her breath trembled, her heart trembled, her hands trembled, she trembled and lifted, how much strength it needed, how much determination it needed, the last point, the last strand, in front of strong strength, in the resolute courage, they still fell to the ground.

Man becomes an unreserved person.

This woman is only for that man.

The body is drunk crimson, the face is drunk for March, the peach blossoms are shy and timid, the last trace of embarrassment on the tangled and body has been retreated, and the budding flower bones have completely bloomed.

People are sleeping, shadows are falling, lights are out.

It's quiet tonight, there's no sound around tonight, it's quiet.

Xianlang said to his heart. ’

The spring breeze rippled and dissolved the dry locks of winter, and the person who was dead seemed to catch a trace of familiar breath from afar in this spring breeze, and his eyeless eyes were recovering their looks.

Why was this star map frozen in winter wrapped in the spring breeze? How did this hint of warmth come about? Han Xian didn't know all this?

What's more, the cold frozen ground on his body has not completely receded at this moment, and he is still struggling to get home in a lost way, but now that Han Xian has found his direction, the image in his heart is becoming clearer and clearer.

"Wait until I get back. ”

The man who wants to return home is shouting, and the woman leaning on the door is listening.

How did the spring breeze come about?

The spring breeze is not self-inflicted, and the spring breeze is not a gift from heaven, nor is it a feeling of mercy after asking for Buddha and knocking on God, all of which are given by Rongruo.

She is the source of all spring breeze.

This source not only diluted the haggard look on Han Xian's soul's face, but couldn't help but warm up the cold on Han Xianzhou's body a little bit.

The spring breeze benefited Han Xian's entire body and mind.

The withered star map, the scarred Dao tree that was forcibly squeezed by Han Xian, the legacy of the Six Realms being forcibly claimed before it was completely stable.

The spring breeze swept over them, the twin stars in the sky were shining brightly, the dilapidated star map was regaining its former vitality little by little, and on the scarred Dao tree, the wisps of brilliance were derived by themselves, and they were repaired, and Rong Ruo was repairing for Han Xian.

Like a good wife mending her husband's rags.

Affection is in the slightest.

The branches and buds are heavy green, and this green is sent by the spring breeze to smear the whole tree.

The rustling between the leaves is non-stop, this is the joy of the Six Realms, this is the laughter and laughter of the tourists who have gone away to return to the arms of their wives, and Han Xian's Six Realms of Ascending the Wind have stabilized under the touch of the spring breeze.

The star map is seeing the beauty of the past, and the soul is mellow in the present, all of which should become an opportunity for Han Xian to wake up.

He really should have woken up, and if he did, he would have been able to know that his wife was sleeping shyly next to him.

But the eyes that should have been opened were still tightly closed, what was he thinking, could it be that the man who had just returned home had to make a ruthless parting after a short reunion?