When I woke up, I saw the face that didn't seem to eat fireworks, Lianyi didn't say anything, just quietly stared at the jade spike that was closing his eyes at the moment.

The gentle shaking made Lianyi know that they were in the carriage at the moment.

And where she went, she didn't have to think much about it, she knew that it was Anfu, the place where her relatives lived in this time and space.

The carriage was quiet, and the quiet Lianyi could clearly hear her own beating heart, her thick nasal voice, and the sobbing sound that she was trying to hold.

Lianyi admits that she is not a strong woman, nor is she so sensible, it is enough for her to stay with the people she loves, no matter life or death.

Helpless in her heart, Yusui knew that Lianyi was not as big as it appeared to be, but in fact, Lianyi's heart was always delicate.

Yusui suddenly regretted taking her back to Anfu.

But he couldn't watch her die, he had to save her.

"When are you going to pretend to be asleep?"

Whimpered, looking at Yu Sui's frowning and frowning brows, Lian Yi breathed in the air, trying to suppress the pain in his heart, "I obviously don't know how to pretend, but I still want to be reckless, am I so fragile in your eyes?" ”

His voice trembled without trembling, and he choked up, "Won't you tell me in person?" Why are you always like this, without asking my opinion, you decided for me. It's my last one every time. What rights do you have?! What right do you have to influence my thoughts? ”

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, the humiliation of the past, the powerlessness of being so powerless, and the feeling of being at the mercy of others once again shrouded the ripples.

Suddenly I hate, I hate my own incompetence, I hate the self-righteousness of these people.

Thinking indignantly, why cry?

Who to cry to?

And who really thinks about her.

Thinking of this, Lian Yi wiped away the overflowing tears with the wide sleeves, biting her lower lip tightly, indifferent, lonely, calmly hugging her body and curling up in the corner of the carriage.

Don't look at Yusui, don't make any more sounds.

Where the love goes, the heart hurts.

The person she loves is meaningless, why should she depreciate herself.

Looking at Lianyi, who suddenly quieted down, Yusui's heart was filled with bitterness.

I thought about how Lianyi was making a fuss, but I didn't want her to be like a water lotus now, lonely and self-appreciative.

No longer arguing, indicating that she has accepted the facts.

He was slowly licking his wounds, and the door of his heart was no longer open for anyone except that person.

Such a woman, should I say that she is lonely or pitiful.

With a light sigh, he took the huddled man in his arms with pity.

The person in his arms didn't struggle, but just let out a muffled voice from his arms, "Yusui, do you think he will forget me?" ”

Listening to the tone of being cautious about hearing the answer and wanting to know the answer, Yusui's eyes couldn't help but drip softly.

He gently pulled up Lianyi's stubborn head, forcing Lianyi to look at him, and a cool voice spit out from his mouth, "Yuzhen, no matter who you don't believe in in this world, but don't doubt Yuanji, I see everything he loves and wants for you." If you love someone, you must first learn to trust them. ”

Looking at those pure water eyes, Lian Yi covered all the love under his eyes, and said in a sullen voice, "I can't see it, you are still a master of love." ”

Hearing the teasing in Lianyi's tone, Yusui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that Lianyi is back to normal.

Putting Lianyi into his arms again, Yusui put his hand into his arms and hesitated for a moment, then slowly took out the jade flute, gently stuffed it into Lianyi's hand, and said slowly, "This is what he asked me to give you." He loves you."

Lian Yi looked at the jade flute in his hand in a daze, and did not make any sound.

Once again, the carriage was quiet.

It's just that at this moment, Yusui didn't see the tears of Lianyi in the dark, and the silent words: He doesn't love me.