She sighed in a low voice, it turns out that there is no such thing as a perfect life in this world, and if fate gives you the same, it will take another from you.

Lowering her head, she kissed his face with pity, distressed affection, and finally the kiss was imprinted on his sensual thin lips.

He first accepted her offer of overture, and then reached out and hooked the back of her head, regaining control.

This is a domineering and gentle kiss full of pity, there is no possession-possession and plunder-plunder, only full of love and pampering.

His embrace was strong and strong, and his hands gradually tightened, as if to rub her into his. After a long time, he reluctantly let go of her, and picked her chin with his fingers, and her misty eyes met his affectionate gaze at once.

"Do you want to be with me forever?"

The woman who was kissed dizzy looked stupidly at the handsome face full of charm in front of her, nodded, and nodded vigorously.

"The Feng family has an ancestral tomb in Kyoto, where many elders are buried, and in the future, I will go there to find my final home. I'll leave that place next to you, do you want it?" Feng Hao said very seriously, not like a joke at all.

"Hao ......" suddenly said that the end of the distant future, Xia Yucheng was a little sad, she couldn't understand why Feng Hao would be so detached when talking about death.

"The crest of the Feng family is the cherry blossom, and the cherry blossom blooms for a short time, but when it is splendid, its beauty is impossible to ignore. And when it disappears, it is so resolute that it does not linger at all. So, live, we live well. If you're dead, bury them together!"

Seeing him face death so calmly, Xia Yucheng remembered the photo in his study, where the handsome young man who died young stood under the blooming cherry blossom tree, the corners of his mouth grinning in a beautiful arc, bewitching in the flying petals.

They looked very similar, and for a moment she suddenly felt that Feng Hao had become the man in the photo, looking very close to her, but she could no longer touch it.

"Hao, if that's your final destination, please leave me your place...... No repentance!" she replied faintly as she crouched on his chest

"Okay!" Feng Hao said in a deep voice, with pity, love and reluctance in his eyes, but in the end they all turned into a kind of determination and calmness. The Feng family is said to have been cursed by the enemy because of the heavy killing, so the men of the Feng family generally do not live to be forty years old, and most of them die young.

His large hand caressed the back of her hand, then slowly clenched. This year, he is twenty-eight years old, and if he dies at forty, he will only be twelve years old.

Twelve years, not short, not long.

It's just that he has long been accustomed to facing him indifferently, but now, he has concerns.

What would she do if he was gone one day?

Who can love her unreservedly, protect her, pity her, love her, and spoil her......

Who?

Feng Hao frowned slightly, and his amber eyes were very dark and deep, just like the sea at night, and under the calm and waveless appearance was a turbulent undercurrent.

"Look, stars!" Suddenly, the woman in her arms moved, shouting excitedly.

Feng Hao raised his eyes and looked overhead, in the vast night sky, a bright moon hung high, and the stars were like shining diamonds, overwhelmingly surrounding it.

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