Chi Ling'er originally wanted to yell at Huangfu Qingtian and reprimand him for his impulsiveness and recklessness to jump down, but he gave up because he was holding him in his arms, feeling his rhythmic heartbeat, and his slightly trembling body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His strong arms tightly held her in his arms, and the force grew stronger and stronger, as if to rub her into the blood and let her melt into his body.

Is he scared?

He has always been chic and uninhibited, calm and calm, and never shows weakness in front of others.

However, at this moment, Chi Ling'er could easily feel the uneasiness and bone-crushing panic in his heart.

"Optimus, it's okay." Her head was pressed into his arms, and she couldn't lift it, so she could only say it to his heart.

Her soft, gentle voice was like a good medicine, gradually calming the wild and unbridled fear in his heart. Although his heart was still beating too fast and chaotic, his body was noticeably less shaky.

He closed his eyes, took a long breath, lowered his head, rubbed Chi Ling'er's head with his chin, and his voice was no longer as calm and crisp as before, and became hoarse and low: "Ling'er, you scared me." ”

There was no reproach, no anger, only a whisper. However, it is such a whisper, but it has a shocking energy that makes the listener's heart flutter.

Chi Ling'er's nose was sour: "I'm sorry, Qingtian." ”

"Don't say 'I'm sorry,' don't apologize." The two heads pressed tightly together and rubbed gently. Only in this way can he feel her true existence and make his heart gradually calm.

Chi Ling'er bit her lower lip, closed her mouth, and said no more.

At this moment, it seems that no amount of words is in vain and superfluous.

All he wanted was a real touch, a sense of her complete existence.

Chi Ling'er is not blind, nor is she stupid, she knows what Huangfu Qingtian thinks about her. It's just that she never thought that she was so important in his mind, so important that he could give up his life for her.

What about life and death, what about the wilderness, these unswerving affection that has been talked about throughout the ages, in her opinion, are just ethereal things, the products of people's imagination, a beautiful fantasy.

But now, she believed.

She believes that in this world, there are indeed vigorous feelings, and there is a lifetime of deep affection that makes people die.

"Why?" She was only halfway through her sentence, her voice choked a little, and she didn't continue.

It was this half sentence that still made him understand.

She was asking, why did he fall in love with her? Why is there such a beautiful woman in the world as a cloud, but she loves her alone? Really?

He still hadn't opened his eyes, he didn't want to look at anything around him, not afraid of life and death, not afraid of cliffs. He just didn't want to waste any of his energy, he just wanted to thank her for her existence with his heart. A kind of lost and regained, the ups and downs of the rest of his life, has made him uneasy. How can we afford to think about irrelevant things?

He rubbed his chin against her head and didn't speak.

Chi Ling'er asked again: "Is it because I can get close to the ice pool, close to you?" ”

He whispered, "I don't know. ”

It is undeniable that to be his companion for the rest of his life, it is indeed necessary to be able to enter and exit the ice pool unharmed, and to come and go as he pleases. However, just because of this, can it become a treasure that he can't let go of in his heart? This is inevitably too far-fetched, and it also seems that his emotions are too cheap.

Perhaps, a love, a love, where to start, is originally vague.

The reason for love? There is no way to talk about it.

He didn't want to go back to the roots, he didn't want to go after the reasons that didn't matter. He is already very fortunate to have a love in this life, and since he doesn't want to love others anymore, why should he explore the reasons for loving or not loving?

Perhaps, there is no real reason for all the feelings in this world.

If there is, Huangfu Qingtian believes that the emotions that are nurtured by various purposes and reasons are not true feelings, because they are not pure.