Suddenly, he found that An Yirou's eyes flashed with a strange light, staring at him tightly.

Because the girl in this story seemed to resonate with her experience, she saw that he didn't tell it and asked: "What about later." ”

Feng Yutian said: "There is no later. ”

An Yirou blinked her eyes and asked, "Is the prince dead?" ”

Then he suddenly said: "This can't be the origin of this photo." ”

Feng Yutian nodded and said appreciatively, "That's right." "It's rare that she also has a bright head.

Unexpectedly, An Yirou's head was not only bright at night, but also unusually fast: "I can't see it, you are still so good at making up things, why don't I make up an ending, and then the prince died, and the girl became a wangfu stone sadly, and you picked up someone's mobile phone, and was moved by this story, and put the photo on your desktop, and sorted out the story, and put it on the end of the world......"

Before she finished speaking, Feng Yutian's face was as black as coal and the wind and rain were about to come, he glared at her viciously, gritted his teeth and burst out three words: "An Yirou." ”

An Yirou was stunned, she didn't know why he lost his temper, she felt that her imagination was very good, she was about to catch up with Yu's mother, why was he angry?

Feng Yutian grinded his teeth and glared at her, a picture of her killing his whole family, not sharing the sky.

An Yirou had never seen him lose his temper so much, and he didn't dare to move rashly by clutching the quilt.

Suddenly, he got up, An Yirou closed her eyes in fright, and just when she thought that she would be corrected on the spot, he turned around and went down, put on his clothes and slammed the door and left.

An Yirou waited for a long time, but he didn't come back.

He seems to be really angry, why?

An Yirou stirred her fingers and thought about it for a long time, and finally had a flash of inspiration, blessed to her heart, and figured out that Feng Yutian might be the prince who sank, she made him to death, of course he would be angry.

When she fell into the sea, Mo Yunzhan couldn't swim, didn't she die the same, and rescued her.

She felt so sorry, although she did not like Feng Yutian's tone when he talked about that girl, but it was not right for her to let a hero like him die in vain.

In case this hero is sad and disappointed, and he shoots when he should no longer shoot, wouldn't it be a huge loss for society.

She felt that for the sake of justice in the world and positive energy in society, she also had to go to him and comfort him.

Well, An Yirou admits that the reason is a bit outrageous, but she is worried about him and wants to take a look.

Get up and go downstairs.

After looking around, I found him in the small garden.

He held a red wine glass and leaned against a marble pillar, looking at the stars in the sky.

The young master has always been very melancholy lately.

But tonight, in addition to melancholy, there should be internal injuries, and it shouldn't be hurtful to meet someone as sluggish as her.

An Yirou looked at him, not knowing whether to step forward for a while.

But he suddenly spoke: "That time I was lucky, I was washed by the ocean current to an uninhabited island, and lived on it for more than a month, although it was very difficult, but I was fortunate to see the most beautiful starry sky in the world." Looking at the stars on the beach, they are all so big, so bright, clean and clear like rain. At that time, I often regretted and often sad, I regretted that she was not by my side, such a beautiful starry sky, just one person watching; Sadly, she didn't know who I was at all, maybe on such a night, she was by someone else's side and watched the stars with others. ”