Nangong Luojing looked at the man with drooping eyes in front of her, the low voice that fell to her ears had a hint of invisible heaviness, she didn't show any surprise when she heard this answer, a trace of loneliness in her eyes was fleeting, and asked in a low voice: "It's Fenglin" Fenglin, how did he know about it.

Hearing her voice without a hint of surprise, Feng Yin raised his eyes, and then nodded slightly.

"Is the injury on his body also his injury" Nangong Luojing listened to her voice falling gently, with a trilling voice that even she didn't notice.

I remember once asking him why the brotherhood turned against each other, but he didn't say anything, she was afraid that what she said would involve the pain in his heart, so she didn't ask.

It's just that at this moment she wants to ask, she wants to ask clearly.

"Luo Jing can see it" The voice that had just been mentioned slowly fell again, she turned her eyes away from looking at the man, and turned to look at the tepid flame in the brazier, the fire swayed gently, dancing without wind, and the room seemed to be more silent than just now.

"He hates me" came out without any mood swings, without any emotion, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

A bland sentence, but like spring thunder, there was a sound on the ground, Nangong Luo Jing transferred the eyes that had just been transferred to the man in front of him again, only to see his head slightly chucked, and he couldn't see the emotion on his face at the moment, but he saw the corners of his mouth hooked, and a faint smile overflowed.

Dressed in white and snowy, the good-looking lip line has an incomparably bleak smile, and it was as warm as the sunshine seen in the winter in the past, but now it is bleak and sad.

Nangong Luojing's heart was a little throbbing, she stood silently, she was at a loss.

"Why" Nangong Luo Jing didn't know how these three words came out of his mouth.

"Reason," he whispered to himself, raising his eyes to stare at the woman in front of him, and then chuckled lightly, his voice full of sadness and desolation.

How sad, how desolate, is it providence?

At that time, the woman he would rather give up life and death to protect is now in front of him, but all that remains in his heart is infinite sadness.

"Because I killed Sakura" He took a few steps back, leaning against the wall with one hand, the wound on his right shoulder was painful like insects and ants eating his flesh, faintly painful, but this pain, even if he had the heart, he was powerless to care about it anymore.

Nangong Luo Jing watched Feng Yin slowly squat down, his body was close to the wall, his face was a little painful, and seeing that something was wrong with him, he immediately walked in front of him and squatted down with him.

"Yin, how is it?" asked slowly, his eyes anxiously scanning the man in front of him.

Feng Yin raised her head slightly, and saw the urgency on her face, and her beautiful face was no longer indifferent from the past.

"Why" the thin lips squirmed slowly.

Why was his voice so soft, but she heard his heavy sigh.

Why did she want to know, she wanted to know too?

A trace of tears flashed in her eyes, Nangong Luojing sniffed, looked at him fixedly, and the slightly frowning brow between her eyebrows loosened slightly, and she let go of her heart.

"I'm the one who killed Sakura, it's me," he said, slapping his right shoulder hard, palm after palm, until the wound on his shoulder ruptured, spilling bright red blood.

"Don't fight" Nangong Luojing looked at him a little stunned and blamed herself in front of herself, tormenting herself, knowing that blood was dripping from his shoulder, she relieved herself, and reached out to block another palm he waved to her right shoulder: "The wound is finally healed, why do you want to treat yourself like this," the tears slipped down drop by drop, fell to the ground, and opened up, and the next moment there was no trace of it, she had never seen him like this, and her heart hurt for a while, a burst of sourness, difficult to hide, and difficult to contain.

Suddenly, tears dripped into his palms, some cold, some cold, he knew the weight of the tears, so heavy and heavy

He loosened his clenched fists, raised his eyes to look at Nangong Luojing, who was crying silently beside him, and met a pair of clear and dust-free eyes like pear blossoms after the rain, he looked at it in a daze, and the next moment, a voice sounded in his ears that made him immediately turn his head again.

After calming down a little, he withdrew his hand from hers, and after a moment of silence, he stood up against the wall and slowly walked towards the bed.

The warmth of her palms was warm, but he couldn't look at her anymore

"Still won't tell me" The woman's voice behind him was a little annoyed, and he paused: "You're not her"

Qingyue's voice was full of coldness, which made her slightly stunned: "Is the matter related to me?"

"It has nothing to do with you," he replied coldly, without thinking, without a moment of thought.

"It has nothing to do with me, but you are protecting my body, aren't you" At this moment, Nangong Luojing found that God's arrangement was really too ingenious, he had been guarding her for ten years, and in the end he would tell him in such a cruel way that the person he was guarding was not the one he was guarding.

"It's not you" didn't change his hard and cold voice, he looked sideways, glanced at the embers, and replied firmly.

She, not her.

No

"The same look, the same voice, but the personality belongs to two people, it's really sad" Feng Lin's eyes and words entangled him all the time.

When he was unconscious, he couldn't hear anything, and the only thing he could hear was his words.

He didn't want to wake up because he was afraid to face it, can he run away, the answer is no.

Finally woke up.

He told himself that he always had to face what he had to face, but he still became no longer calm in front of her.

When he heard the elder's affirmative answer, he was unwilling and unwilling to believe it.

When asked in person, she nodded her head and gave herself an answer that could not have been more affirmative, and he believed it.

Now, how is he going to face her.

"Yin, I want to know" The voice faded away, like the sparks, gradually disappearing.

Feng Yin finally understood the meaning of the sentence when Sakura Feihua spoke: "Although the world is big, there is no place for me" Answered, he said the words that lingered in his heart.

"Although the world is big, there is no place for me" Nangong Luojing got up, and a sense of dizziness hit his head.

"Does the princess feel that way in that world?" he asked in a soft voice.

She shook her head, leaning lightly against the wall and looking down at the ground: "It turns out that she is not as lucky as me" At least she forgot everything and lived carefree until the time came back to this world again.

When she said this to Feng Yin, her eyes were filled with endless sadness, which made people feel distressed" Nangong Luojing listened to his voice becoming more and more ethereal, with a little drunkenness

For him, his return was unfortunate

He smiled a little bitterly and continued listening.