Why wait until each other misses out?

His voice was very dry, his lips and body were trembling, and she felt it very clearly in his arms, and at this moment she knew that he had her in his heart, and she had always had her......

The emotions suppressed in her heart suddenly broke down at this moment, and she lowered her head and murmured, "Chu Lingye, did you already know?" ”

If not, how could he remain indifferent when she told him that she was his wife?

He already knew, but he still watched her marry another man and let her leave.

"You already knew."

"Chu Lingye, you know, you know it early tomorrow!"

She buried her head and clenched her fists, punching him in the chest and stomach, and the tears couldn't be stopped, and she flowed out like crazy.

"Chu Lingye, you bastard, why? Why? ”

He didn't speak, hugged her tightly, and let her beat and vent.

She finally quieted down, her slender arms around his waist, her little face buried in his chest and sobbed lowly.

"Woo, woo......"

She was deliberately suppressed, but every sobbing cut his heart like a knife.

He thought that if he found his own Ruru, he could put her down, and he could completely forget her, and no matter whether she went or stayed, there would be no waves in his heart, but the fact was not, since he returned to the palace the day before yesterday, he had been restless, always thinking of her inadvertently, thinking that she was going to marry a wife.

For the past two days, he has been sitting in front of her tombstone staring at her and accompanying her, as if this can convince himself that the An Xin in the past has long since died......

And she came back at this time, and she was in front of her, in his arms.

"Xin'er." He lifted her face lightly and stared at her teary eyes, "Since you're back, don't leave again." ”

Xin'er ......

He called her Xin'er!

Her heart was like a deer, her eyes were misty with tears, but she could still see the tenderness and closeness in his eyes, just like the night king in her dream.

This is the happiness she wants, this moment she has been looking forward to for a whole ten years, she laughed unconsciously, tears rolled down her little face, dripping under her feet and turned into a breath of happiness.

There was a hot temperature on his face, and he began to kiss her face and lick her tears, delicate and gentle, and his good smell was so charming and intoxicating to her, that she began to be in a trance.

His thin lips kissed her forehead, dark eyebrows, and upturned nose, and then kissed down her pretty red lips, and used the tip of his tongue to pick open her lips and teeth, and leaned in to tightly twist her sweet little tongue.

She trembled faintly, his left hand wrapped around her thin waist, squeezed her soft body tightly on him, and gently stroked her neck and back with his right hand.

The scorching emotions were too intense for An Xin to resist, and at this moment, the true feelings completely occupied reason, and she stood on tiptoe to meet his kiss for the first time.

Can this moment last forever?

"Bang!"

There was a violent noise behind him, like the sound of porcelain breaking.

An Xin trembled with fright, couldn't help but get rid of Chu Lingye's kiss, and looked towards the source of the voice, and it was actually the kind little woman who came into her eyes, Mu Xueman.

She stood on the cobblestone path outside the cemetery, watching in amazement, her frightened little face as haggard as a blank sheet of paper, and at her feet was a broken porcelain jar, the food in which the food was scattered on the ground, and it was still steaming.

"Xinru, why are you here?" Suddenly remembering something, An Xin was a little panicked.

Mu Xueman's body trembled deeply, and his eyes narrowed in pain.

Chu Lingye hadn't gone to the study to deal with government affairs for two days, she had looked for him, but he only said something perfunctorily, she couldn't help but want to come over and have a look, because it was noon, and she also deliberately made her own good meal, but what she saw was the picture of An Xin and Chu Lingye kissing passionately.

At this moment, Chu Lingye was still hugging An Xin tightly, and An Xin's slender arms were also tightly wrapped around Chu Lingye's waist, she was already standing in front of her, and she hadn't restrained a bit......

"Ling Ye, please tell me what's going on?" Mu Xueman's voice trembled.

Chu Lingye's brows furrowed tightly, his heart was entangled in every way, and he couldn't say a word for a while when he looked at Mu Xueman.

Does his silence at this moment mean ignoring her? Mu Xueman's heart cramped, and she looked at An Xin painfully, "Zining, today is the day when you and Mo Ziming get married?" What the hell is going on with you? What do you want? ”

Yes, Mu Xue reminded her that today is the day she got married...... What the hell did she want? Leaving Mo Ziming and running here in a daze, what is it for? Just because you can't let go, you selfishly make innocent people miserable?

"Mu Xueman......" Chu Lingye gritted his teeth deeply, and finally made this difficult decision at this moment, "Let's make a simple decision today." ”

On one side is Ruru, who he has been waiting for for ten years, and on the other hand, he is his former princess, yes, no one can shake his Ruru's status in his heart, but at this time, he must make a part.

After all...... He and Ru Ru just once, and nothing really happened, but An Xin was his princess, after a year of pain, especially in the past few days, he was heartbroken when he knew that she was going to marry Mo Ziming, and he knew how important she was to him, and this time he had to keep her.

And he and his Ru Ru, just like the past ten years, should continue to remember the past, besides, she (Mu Xueman) has long since remembered what happened, and besides, she and he are not the beginning, and it is not much harm to her to be separated now......

Broken? She had been secretly in love with him for so many years, and finally looked forward to his response, and he was going to break off with her in just a few days!

Mu Xue's body trembled, and she looked at Chu Lingye in pain.

Chu Lingye stared at her, "Mu Xueman, I ...... with you"

"Nope! I don't want to listen! Mu Xue interrupted him in fear, "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen." ”

His determined gaze had already told her the answer......

Suddenly panicked, suddenly did not dare to stay here, she was afraid of hearing his ruthless words, he turned around in a panic and ran, his right foot was stepping on a smooth piece of broken porcelain, his body fell forward violently, lying heavily on the cold cobblestone ground.

"Ahh

The scream of pain clearly came into her ears, An Xin's heart trembled, and then she saw the fiery red blood flowing out on the side of Mu Xueman's face, on the uneven pebble floor, enchanting and eye-catching.

"Xinru!"

Chu Lingye screamed heavily and quickly ran over.

"You wait for me in the study, and I'll take her to the imperial doctor." After the next sentence, he hurriedly walked away with Mu Xue in his arms.

An Xin stood in place, Mu Xueman in her sight was dripping blood on her forehead and nose, and she didn't seem to know the pain, she just stared at An Xin, her eyes were so desolate and complaining, as if she An Xin was a man-eating devil......

She suddenly remembered that Hua Si Yinglai, when she looked at herself with such hostile and panicked eyes.

In fact, everyone is the same, who doesn't want to be kind, it's just that the poison of love anesthetizes people's reason and makes people lose their direction.

After standing in place for a long time, she finally took a step.

Walk through the familiar main room to the second floor, enter her and his former bedroom, open the closet, and take out the blue notebook in the deepest part of the second floor.

At that time, she was terminally ill, and at that time, she felt that every day she was missing, and once she had time, she would record the meaningful things in her life, and the bits and pieces recorded in this diary were full of about him.

She thought, the last time she came here with him, she went crazy and rummaged through this wardrobe just to find it, but she didn't find it, so she couldn't let it go, even on the day she married Mo Ziming, she had to come to look for it, and now that she found it, she should leave.

……

"You're back, I'm so anxious." The waiter at the door looked at An Xin and breathed a long sigh of relief.

An Xin smiled, walked in the door, sat back on the luxurious bed, put the diary on her lap, and flipped through the pages one by one.

"I don't think I will live long, Ling Ye, if there is an afterlife, I am still willing to be your wife."

The last page was the conspicuous handwriting she had written by herself, and she closed the diary heavily, her eyes damp again.

In the past, she could let go of love and have no hesitation, but now it is different, she must consider others, such as Mo Ziming and Mu Xueman.

has been hurt by love, she knows that kind of taste, she knows that Mo Ziming's love for her and Mu Xueman's love for Chu Lingye is not inferior to her for Chu Lingye, she can't ruthlessly hurt innocent people for herself......

Now, everything is irretrievable.

"Knock knock knock ......" was a soft knock on the door.

She carefully placed the notebook beside her, "Please come in." ”

With the sound of footsteps, Mo Ziming turned the entrance and walked towards her with leisurely steps, "It's time to go home, my wife." ”

"Oh." She looked up and tried to smile at him naturally.

His hand had already reached out, gently taking her delicate left hand.

She picked up the journal beside her and stood up with him.

"What do you have in your hand? What happened to you? "Why do you seem to think she's unnatural? It's as if she's cried.

"Nothing." She smiled to hide, and could see that he was busy coping, and didn't know that she had gone out, "Ziming, let's go home." ”

"Okay, let's go home." He smiled, and the sun was shining in his eyes and heart.

After so many years of anticipation, she is finally his wife.

……

The night is bleak, the fiery red candles reflect the ambiguous beauty of this wedding room, the breeze rises, and the light red lace curtains dance lightly.

"Is it cold?" Mo Ziming closed the window tightly and turned to look at her sitting on the edge of the bed.

The candle flame was dim, but An Xin still saw the two hot spots in his eyes, she began to feel uneasy, and lowered her head, "It's okay." ”

Footsteps sounded, he was already standing in front of her, raised his hand, and his slender fingers gently hooked her chin, "Zining, you are so beautiful." ”

Purple ...... She should have been called Always, and she shouldn't have remembered the past. Her heart trembled, and she looked at him without speaking.

"From this day forward, you are my wife." He hung his head, his thin knife-sharp lips resting just a few centimeters away from her small mouth.