Thousands of thoughts turned into a thousand words, and he didn't know how to say it, so he could only call her name, one after another, as if all the feelings in his heart had been summoned.

The familiar voice fell, and her vision was blurred after only three calls.

Dreams, dreams, or not dreams.

How much she longed to hear this voice in her heart, but she couldn't believe that what she heard was really him calling her name, because too many times, when she woke up from her dream, she would fall into a panic, she thought about this person, she thought about this person, but she never saw him every day as she wished, and she was not sure if she would be able to get it again.

And now, before she could fall asleep, she heard this affectionate call one after another, and she wondered, wondering if she had really heard it wrong, and if she turned her head, she would get loneliness again.

Nervous in her heart, Nangong Luojing never dared to turn her head, for her, the warmth of this moment was too rare, she didn't want to be her turn around, she didn't want to let herself fall into infinite silence again

"Jing'er" looked at her figure, and Feng Yihan called her name again, carrying his heart full of distress for her, because he could feel her body trembling, this tremor represented her fear, but also her uneasiness and disbelief.

No matter how difficult it was to control his emotions, he gently pulled her into his arms, making her feel more like she was really beside her.

The gentle touch, and the sound of the heartbeat faintly sounded in her ears, staring at the faint light, and the tears in her eyes fell uncontrollably.

It's true, it's true, it's not a dream, it's not a dream

Burning tears swept through the white porcelain skin little by little, the corners of her lips wanted to be hooked, but let her silent sobs turn into whimpering, the more she wanted to laugh, the more she felt that the emotions that had been pent up in her heart for a long time needed her to vent without scruples, just a thousand words, she couldn't say it like him, she could only cry, so she couldn't suppress herself from crying.

The silent sobs turned into one after another to make his heart hurt tightly, the hand on her shoulder couldn't help but tighten slightly, and the other hand gently patted her back with a little pity, he wanted to tell her not to cry, everything is with him, no matter how sad he is, he will be by her side, it's just that these simple words, simple things, as a king, he can't do it, he hates himself like this, he really hates himself

"Why hasn't anyone ever told me that all this was really predestined, that he was my father, really?"

Whispering, she had already collapsed in front of him, and her mind was thinking more about that person, about that fact, about all the words that Aunt Wan had said to herself, all of which revealed her true identity, which was ridiculous, really ridiculous, wasn't it.

If the people of the world knew, not only her, but also her father, her mother, and Weiguo, what would they say and how would they think of her.

She didn't dare to think about it, she really didn't dare to think about it, but not wanting it didn't mean that things didn't exist, she was contradictory, she hesitated, she was already at a loss, who could tell her what to do, who could tell her.

Her low murmur is a metaphor for the incomparable contradictions and struggles in her heart, looking at the fragility she showed in front of her, Feng Yihan didn't know what to say, what to do, that was the truth, thinking that if she didn't say it, everything would not be exposed, she would not know these things, let alone be so painful, whose fault was it all this, who it was.

Thinking of this, his hand that was caressing Nangong Luo Jing's back suddenly clenched into a fist.

The silence of the room, only the soft sobs of the woman.

After a long time, the silence of the room was broken by a somewhat hoarse voice: "Jing'er, believe me, everything will end, everything will end"

Listening to that determined voice, the whimpering gradually stopped, she looked up at him in the dark, and muttered: "It's over, when will it be over"

Her murmuring made the brilliance between Feng Yi's cold eyes rise and dim again, when, when, he has made her wait for too long, it is precisely because it is too long that he will have the opportunity to hurt her, intolerable, really intolerable.

Trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart, his hands left her body, and instead gently picked up her face like a pear blossom with rain, in the night, her dark pupils flashed a trace of crystal, that was the tears that made him feel distressed, the warm touch, let him feel that the touch was enough to crush his heart.

"Jing'er" whispered, he took her into his arms again, her question, he couldn't give an answer, he could only say that this day will not be too long, it really won't be too long, and soon he will return to her side and never make her sad again, and he will fulfill the promise between them, and use his life to fulfill it.

Wordless weeping, her eyes faintly looked at the darkness that fell into her eyes, just like the darkness she saw now, and there was only a large area of darkness in her heart, for her, the only thing she could do now was to believe in the person around her, and he couldn't give herself a definite answer.

From the beginning of sorrow, Nangong Luojing shed tears again.

"Jing'er, Jing'er" one by one, he seemed to use all his strength to call the name of the woman in his arms, at this moment he could think of just doing this, for some reason, his heart was very uneasy, very uneasy, even though she was tightly held in his arms at the moment, he seemed to feel that the woman in his arms could not be grasped no matter how he grabbed her, as if she would disappear from his eyes the next moment.

Jing'er, Jing'er, Jing'er, silently whispered her name in his heart, and he hugged her tighter into his arms, as if to rub her into his body alive, this was the only way he could think of it.

"Cold, cold, tell me, when will everything end, I can't wait, I really can't wait, I'm going to collapse, I'm going crazy, if I continue like this, I'm afraid I'm no longer me, even I don't know who I am, who I am, who I am"

The hazy feeling hit again, she didn't know how many tears she had, she only knew that she couldn't stop it if she wanted to, feeling why it was so painful, and she couldn't live in pain.

A painful groan made Feng Yi's cold heart tightly grip together, how many days later, when he thought of this night, his heart would have a trace of pain, as if someone was imposing such pain on his body with a cotton needle by stitch, how painful it was, but it was unspeakably painful.