"Don't make me say anything more, I'm really tired. Don't say you don't understand what I'm saying, you always do, don't you? As long as you let Chu Li go, you can do whatever you want, me, or your identity, let's go back to the beginning, you are still ......"

Qinghe's eyes were furious, and he categorically interrupted Long Chen's words: "It's already impossible!" You may still be the King of Luyang who pretends that nothing has happened and is still well hidden, but I am no longer the little girl who was humiliated and ridiculed but didn't dare to make a sound. ”

Long Chen's eyes suddenly penetrated the bottom of Qinghe's eyes, and a faint smile pursed into the corner of his lips: "I know that you are still Tianruo, you have always been...... It's just that I'm sorry for you, you didn't feel sorry for me, and you didn't feel sorry for others, so ...... Can you please forgive me? ”

The gentle eyes that could drown in the water enveloped Qinghe, Situ Jinruo's eyes suddenly flickered, as if he wanted to say something, but he lowered his head and did not speak again. Because he knows, maybe there are too many things he doesn't know yet, but the only thing he knows is that he needs time, give Chu Li and Qinghe time, and he hopes that the final result will be happiness.

The only happiness that can make a few people unhappy is what he calls the happiness of memory.

Long Chen's eyes were still flashing with determination, as if she had invisibly exerted a kind of pressure on Qinghe, she couldn't breathe in an instant and froze in place, and said worriedly: "I can't go back, I really can't go back......"

She may really not have thought that the man she was thinking about had already understood her mind. How many midnight dreams back, she almost wanted to be with him in her dreams, even if she ruined herself, she was willing, but ...... Now Long Chen stood in front of him like this, as if he was begging himself to accept him wholeheartedly and with a humble face.

Qinghe thought that he was dreaming, or that he had never woken up from this lonely dream, but when she was finally willing to wake up, he took his hand and said sorry to her, and firmly told her not to go, not to wake up.

"Yes, yes, please trust your own heart, please listen to the voice in your heart, okay?" Long Chen covered the wound on his chest with one hand, his eyes were drowning but he kept looking at Qinghe who was in a trance.

Until Qinghe's palm stretched out, trying to touch Long Chen's wound, but stayed in mid-air for a long time, and finally laughed helplessly and desperately: "Ha...... Do you want me to believe in my heart? My heart no longer belongs to me, in countless days and nights that belong to you, where are you, then I can't believe myself now, but...... Can I trust you? ”

Even if the person who loves a few extravagances is a foolish child, they just want to be loved, they have always loved the person she wants to love deeply, forgetting themselves, forgetting that the original intention is to want the same love and response. But in the end, her heart was stinged and her body was bruised, even if she would still be foolish and want to believe it unreasonably, she would still doubt, she doubted herself.

I don't deserve him anymore, I don't deserve the person I love deeply, no matter what.

Whether she knew why he chose herself, whether she knew whether she could tell whether it was love or sympathy, whether she believed that she would be safe after the injury.