Yan Qingrui knew that it was cruel for her to say this now, however, now was undoubtedly the best time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Leng Yuyuan had already experienced no more grief, and now telling him the truth, although cruel, he could still accept it.

And now to cut off the love in Leng Yuyuan's heart, so that he can start anew, isn't it compassion? She is not the original body, and she can't give Leng Yuyuan affection, so Leng Yuyuan can accept someone who can give him the same affection.

Leng Yuyuan sat there in a daze, his eye sockets were deep, his expression was a little dull, but in his mind, there were many scenes with Qing'er like a marquee.

Qing'er's laughter, Qing'er's tears, Qing'er's eyes, Qing'er's loneliness and helplessness, Qing'er's calm and strong......

And now, Qing'er's indifference, Qing'er's light smile, Qing'er's indifference, Qing'er's shallow and alienation......

The two Qing'er, with the same appearance, can't coincide in his mind.

I don't know why, the four sentences of the signature came to his mind:

When the truth is false, the false is also true,

It is difficult to distinguish between affection and ruthlessness.

How deep is the fate of love,

It's better to take the people in front of you.

Could it be that since the Bodhi Temple drew lots, he and Qing'er have been so far away that even the Bodhisattva already knows?

Could it be that he and Qing'er really never got along again?

Fate, fate?

Why Fate?

The Qing'er on the tip of his heart, the only Qing'er in his heart, why is he fateful?

Yes, it should be fate, when he couldn't take her with him and leave the capital together, a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones, did he and Qing'er already have a wrong fate?

I don't know why, although Leng Yuyuan's face was pale at the moment, and his heart was like ashes, a feeling of masochism and self-deprecation rose in his heart.

He caused everything.

Qing'er fell in love with him, or it was originally a mistake.

If Qing'er hadn't fallen in love with him, Qing'er's life wouldn't have been so hard.

Now, Qing'er no longer loves him, will her life be better. As long as she is doing well and it doesn't matter if she doesn't love him anymore, he can still continue to love her.

Bai Xiaoxi looked at Leng Yuyuan, whose expression changed and her face became more and more pale, and her face was also a little pale.

She was worried, but more than that, it was complicated.

She didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

I don't know if Qingrui really doesn't love her anymore when she says this, or if it's for her.

She whispered, worriedly, "Yuyuan, are you okay?"

Leng Yuyuan raised his head and suddenly smiled, his face was a little whiter than Fang Cai, and this smile also had a bit of a tragic meaning, he said, "Qing'er is fine." Can I have talent?"

Yes, Qing'er is fine.

Compared with the news of Qing'er's death and the news that Qing'er said that he no longer loves him, he is more willing to accept the latter, as long as Qing'er is alive and Qing'er is doing well, he doesn't care about anything.

Bai Xiaoxi was a little skeptical, but Leng Yuyuan diverted the topic and forced a smile: "Qing'er, then you tell us, what are those rumors in the capital, what is going on with the burning of the house, which house was burned, and how did you save the day?"

It's a good obvious digression.

However, diverting the topic like this also dispelled some of the embarrassment and slump just now, Yan Qingrui hesitated for a moment, and said: "Yuyuan, this matter, I'll let Xiaoxi explain it to you later, you've been tired for a few days, go to sleep first!"