But many times, Qiqi in the dream didn't speak, just smiled sweetly at him, but he was like a madman, going to bed early again and again, just to meet her sweet smile in the dream, under a cherry blossom tree.

When he was a child, he always felt that Qiqi was a poor child. Abandoned by his parents as soon as he was born. Therefore, he has been trying to hold him in the palm of his hand, take care of him, and take care of him. never thought that one day, she would be like her parents and cruelly abandon her.

He couldn't forgive himself, just as he couldn't forgive his parents who had abandoned them.

Xia Xiaonuan listened to her words, and suddenly fell silent.

How could she not understand! There may be no one in this world who can understand that feeling better than her!

But......

She shook her head again.

She reached out and struggled to break free of him.

In a resolute, indifferent tone, he said, "You misunderstood, I'm not Qiqi. ”

Liang Shaochen looked at her, staring at her with a dead gaze.

Exactly ten seconds.

He closed his eyes slightly and let out a long breath.

However, he stretched out his hand, held her shoulder, stared at her, slowly spoke, and said word by word: "Xia Xiaonuan, hello, I am Liang Shaochen...... I solemnly inform you now that whoever you are, I will never let go again. I want you to come back to me, and never again!"

Xia Xiaonuan: "......"

She stared at him, and his words were too moving, too resolute.

She found that she couldn't find any reason to refute it.

Such a domineering and stubborn Nan Mo is strange, fresh, and special to her.

But...... She found that, deep down, she longed for him like this.

When a woman says she doesn't want to, she asks for it.

This point, in front of the lover, is really the right one.

She stared at the man in front of her, and suddenly felt warm and soft in her heart.

It was as if a feather was quietly passing on it, and she had to admit that the man in front of her, at this moment, completely touched her heart.

She involuntarily reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist. Then put the face, gently and carefully, against his chest.

Liang Shaochen looked at the little woman in his arms, and for a moment, a burst of ecstasy welled up in his heart.

Like an athlete who ran 5,000 meters and got the victory flag, he was excited and even a little overwhelmed. He reached out his hand, his fingertips trembling and lifted her over her shoulders, and hugged her hard into his arms.

It's as if she's afraid that in the next second, she'll disappear.

"Seventy-seven...... Qiqi ......" He was in her ear, over and over again, calling her name hoarsely.

Xia Xiaonuan didn't speak, just listened, the heartbeat in his chest, and the ups and downs of his chest as he spoke.

She took a long, hard breath.

Is she dreaming? The man in front of her is really Nan Mo, Nan Mo who belongs to her.

She finally stopped looking at him every day, no longer just silently watching him, sucking on his wounds alone.

She was finally able to be honest with him.

On that day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the prayer hall and suddenly heard the mantra you chanted.

That month, I shook all the prayer cylinders, not for excess, but to touch your fingertips.

That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not for the audience, but for your warmth.

In that life, turning mountains and rivers and turning pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way......

She suddenly remembered Cangyang Gyatso's poem, so beautiful, so unforgettable, but at this moment, it hit her heart.

I spent my life chasing to meet you again, but I met you in an afterlife that was not mine.