(Siku Shu)

"You don't like Nangong Che, shallow, I know. If it was just to avoid harm, didn't I say it a long time ago, as long as I find the right opportunity, I ......"

"Jun Moying, why don't you understand, I just want to leave you!" Feng Qian interrupted him in a deep voice.

She didn't dare to listen to it anymore, she was afraid that she would cry uncontrollably.

Obviously feeling the force of the ring on her body, she bit her lip, took a deep breath, and pushed him away, "You let me go, let's get together and disperse, okay?" ”

It probably took all her strength to finish this last sentence.

Jun Moying's eyes looked at her deeply, and the corners of her lips suddenly overflowed with a sneer.

"Feng Qian, you'd better not regret it."

Before Feng Qian could react, a shadow suddenly appeared in the flickering candle flame, she raised her eyes, and it was a man who stood up from her, and a thick oblique shadow belonging to him fell in front of her eyes.

But all I saw was his back as he turned away.

The ink robe swayed lightly, and with the sound of the door opening with a "bang", his dark figure gradually merged with the night outside.

The cold wind poured in, Feng Qian stood up suddenly, and his steps followed him uncontrollably, but when he was about to reach the door, he resisted the strong urge to chase him.

No.

It was not easy to solve this problem in such a "peaceful" way, and if it was chased out, all the efforts would be lost.

Feng Qian hugged his arms tightly, turned around and walked back in despair, and even forgot to close the door.

As soon as his legs went limp, he fell to the ground.

She doesn't regret it, she can't regret it, she made the right choice.

But why, my heart still hurts as if it will be crushed in the next second, and it can't be increased.

Tears fell one by one, but her expression remained empty, and her eyes looked blankly at the door in the direction he had left.

Feng Qian suddenly regretted telling him these words so early.

Nangong Che gave her a day, tonight, she could have spent a night with him really peacefully, why did she choose to say it at night? Why not wait until tomorrow morning......

An irrepressible sobbing sound came from between his lips and teeth, Feng Qian buried his face in his knees, wrapped his arms around, and curled up his whole body.

So she didn't notice it, and the shadow in front of her reappeared.

Time passed minute by minute, how long she cried, how long Jun Moying stood in front of her, motionless. The black phoenix eyes are like a splash of ink that can't be erased, rich to people.

Finally, he couldn't listen anymore, he half-crouched down and took her slightly trembling body into his arms.

"If I'm really gone, are you going to cry and faint here tonight?"

The familiar warmth that suddenly came from his body, the man's low and hoarse voice, and the faint scent of ambergris that belonged to him all showed that this situation was not her fantasy, but at that moment, Feng Qian didn't dare to raise her head.

She was afraid that as soon as she looked up, all the qiē would disappear.

He is such a proud person, his footsteps should not stop anywhere, and once he leaves, it means that he will never look back.

But she was even more afraid that he would really come back.

If he really came back and saw her like this, how could he still believe what she had just said?

"In your eyes, I'm so useless, I need you to sacrifice yourself to preserve?" With a malicious voice flowing in his ears, Feng Qian's body stiffened, but the embrace on his body was warmer and tighter.

"Shallow, I'll take you away now, don't be afraid."

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(Siku Shu)