"Fuck elegant! Yan Qianchen, I have fulfilled your requirements! Are you satisfied? Very satisfied, isn't it ......"

"Little girl, I'm ...... You are allowed to cry. ”

rushed to Yan Qianchen's side, trembling slightly, he tore off the veil on his face and said nonsense to him...... Until, a word came from her ear, hitting the chaotic atrium, making her lose her disguise for a while.

Under the moonlight, Xu is Yan Qianchen's gaze was too serious.

In the end, Liancheng lowered his eyes, unloaded his defense, and wrapped his arms tightly, losing all sense of security...... Leaned down and let the tears, bit by bit, appear and shed their eyes.

More and more, until they blurred their eyes and obscured their vision.

It seems that he poured out all his grievances and unwillingness, vented his heart, and cried over and over again...... Like a lost child, no one to help her, leaving her between heaven and earth, disoriented.

Walk farther and farther until you fall into darkness.

On the spot, Yan Qianchen lowered her eyes and looked at Liancheng, she was in front of her, only wearing a moon-white gauze skirt, and her long hair was scattered everywhere, because of her posture, there was a little, and she fell to the ground.

And she was crying, tears dripping, little by little, wetting the ground.

On the face that has not yet grown, it is a little immature, but it is with the sadness of not belonging, fourteen years old...... At this moment, Yan Qianchen clearly felt that above his heart, it seemed that something was stinging.

There is something, it is sprouting, and in a spreading attitude, it can't help but fill the heart.

In mid-air, he stretched out his fingers, slightly downward.

Until, it fell on Liancheng's tear-filled face, and then dipped a drop in it...... Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, turned to hesitation, and slightly touched his lips: "Bitter." ”

Faintly, he seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and muttered two words.

At this moment, there were intermittent words in his ears, and words came one after another, one after another, making his heart contract:

"He said, "I'm Qing. Building Lady ......"

"He said, "I don't have self-respect...... Dirty. Dirty under. Cheap ......"

"It turns out that this is me...... In his eyes...... That's what I ......

……

Word by word, Liancheng was unconscious, and said it over and over again, his voice at a loss...... However, it is distressing, distressing at this moment, her helpless appearance, wants to get closer to her.

In fact, he did.

"Xiaobai, I'm not like this! I'm not ......."

In Liancheng, when he said this.

Abruptly, Yan Qianchen leaned down and stretched out his hand to bring Liancheng up from the ground...... Then, lowering his eyes to meet hers, he rose with a firmness that he had never felt before: "You are not, you have never been." ”

As the words fell, she slowly lowered her head and covered her lips.

Far away, under the night, the sky was full of stars, and the cold moonlight was sprinkled from above.

Under the tree, the man's face is covered with a mysterious mask, reflecting an unknown light, and in his arms, a woman is being held...... Although I can't see his face, I can see that he is cautious and gentle between his words and deeds.

I'm afraid that I will accidentally hurt her.

The kiss can't be stopped, it just falls, it's just, how to stop.

With her, the relationship did not last long.

However, when she met again and again, she was all dancing with her teeth and claws, making him feel that he wanted to tease him...... As for her, now she is pale and bloodless, and she should be at a bright age, but she is sad and doesn't know it.

He thought, the scene of Shicai, he was in the dark, looking at it.

Even, from the moment she appeared, he had been in the shadows, and he didn't appear in advance, just to see how she would deal with the election of the Oiran...... I didn't think about it, just in the old. The bustard is in trouble, and he wants to reach out to help, and when he takes it out, he is one step faster than him, and he is not an expectant.

You can't show up, you can only follow in the shadows.

The person in her arms was already quiet, and the kiss shifted little by little, and the shallow kiss wiped away her tears...... Eyes, face, chin, and then against her forehead, breathing a little heavier.

Astringent, the taste of tears, somewhat bitter.

He thought, he could guess something.

"Little girl, the person you like in your heart, but the Seventh Prince?"

Under his eyes, he fixed on her face, and asked each other lightly...... Seeing that she was still slightly stunned, she sighed slightly, and stretched out her hand to hug her into her arms: "Don't be like this, little girl, this is not your ......"