Luo Xiaoqian wanted to run straight away, but her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up.

Her strength, her bravery, her stubbornness...... Everything is when he is away, in front of this man, she is still the same she, the Luo Xiaoqian who will be flustered when she sees him and is easy to make mistakes.

Leng Zimo walked over and stopped at the bush.

The two of them were so close that they were separated by a wall of bushes that was less than half a meter away.

It was five years ago, the closest he was to her.

Luo Xiaoqian squatted on the ground, not daring to move, let alone raising her face.

Leng Zimo looked at her condescendingly.

The woman in front of her is very thin, although she can't see her face, she can still tell that she is still very young, depending on a woman's age, you can't see it by looking at her face, you have to look at her neck.

Her long hair was pulled up, and the exposed back of her neck was snow-white and slender, and the outline of the tail of the vertebral tail could be clearly seen, and she seemed to be crying, her shoulders gently shrugged.

This is a cemetery, and it's no surprise that everyone who comes here has their own sorrows.

I don't know who she came to see and who she was crying for?

"Sorry to bother you." Leng Zimo whispered daoqian.

He just treats her as a woman who is here crying alone because of sadness.

"I didn't ...... No. Luo Xiaoqian covered her face, her voice trembling a little.

Her whole body was shaking, her heart was beating like a drum, and her whole heart was about to jump out of her chest.

It was the first time she had spoken to him in five years, the first time she had heard his voice so really.

Leng Zimo wanted to turn around and leave, but the moment he heard her voice, he stopped again inexplicably.

He had always disliked talking to strangers, let alone strange women, but today, he made an exception.

Not knowing Weishenme, he suddenly wanted to comfort her.

"A man cannot be resurrected from the dead, but the living must continue."

Was he comforting her?

"Thank you...... Xie ......" Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips and whispered, "You...... Are you here to pay respects to your loved ones? ”

In the past five years, in order to be able to hear his voice, she even deliberately called his mobile phone with a public phone several times, pretending that she had made the wrong call, just to hear his voice.

Now, at last, she had the opportunity to talk to him so closely, and she was inevitably a little greedy, greedy to say a few more words to him.

"My mother."

Leng Zimo looked at her slender white neck, and a very strange emotion rose in his heart.

He didn't know what attracted him, but his eyes were fixed on the snow-white skin, not wanting to take his eyes off.

She buried her face in her knees like that, and in addition to the back of her neck, he could see her ears with their temples.

Her ears are beautifully shaped, especially the lobes, which are round like pearls, and there is a small stud strung in the piercing, which shimmers slightly.

Then, he saw her necklace, half-hidden in the gap between her skin and her collar, which was an inky necklace with inky blue gemstones.

That's the color combination he likes, and the design style is the kind he likes.

Slender neck, beautiful ear shape, and necklace......

Looking at the woman in front of him, Leng Zimo's breathing became inexplicably heavy.

He didn't know what attracted him, but he didn't want to look away.

In my heart, there was an inexplicable strong desire, which was an instinctive thought of a man--he...... Want her!