At first, the green grapefruit gave me a simple and neat coil in the back, and I insisted on changing it to a more obvious woman's bun, and although she was puzzled, she did it anyway.

Look left and right behind me, how to see how dissatisfied.

"Princess, do you really want to do this, but it doesn't look as good as it did just now."

Green Grapefruit was full of questions, and reached out to play with it a few times, but no matter how she got it, this bun was the bun of a woman who had no skills, and it was still the ugliest and most obvious one.

I looked at the person in the bronze mirror with satisfaction, but I didn't explain, just said that it was good.

Green grapefruit looked at me even more suspiciously, looking back and forth, and finally reluctantly went out to pack up my things, and finally refused to let go of my hair.

Outside, it was getting dark.

The window creaked, and then there was no movement, as if the sound was just an illusion.

Suddenly there was another person behind me, and his breath was burning and he couldn't ignore it.

"Are you really going to go with him?"

The voice was low, as if he was deliberately suppressing emotions, and every word was hoarse as if it had been sharpened hundreds or thousands of times.

It was only a moment of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, he didn't bother to hide his whereabouts, and I didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

"Yes, I'm going back with him." I said.

The words were light, but the shoulders were tightly tightened, and the shoulders that his breath burned seemed to be rushing through quickly, spreading all over the body.

"The whole world is given away, and even if I give you this life, I can't catch up with his plan?"

"I was deep in thought, but he was honest with you?"

Pei Yousheng's voice was very low, and the suppressed emotions were rolling out, clasping me from behind, sticking very close, so close that it seemed that I had never been separated from him for a few years.

So close that it seems that all the hatred can be laughed over.

But that's just a trance.

The lights and candles in the room were extinguished by him just now, and now he can't see the emotions on his face, so he can only roughly use the moonlight to see a blur.

I could smell the familiar smell of him, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood, and before I could dig deeper, he bent down and looked down at me, almost holding me in his arms, and his tone was the kind of lowered that I had never heard before.

"Luan, be obedient, don't make trouble, come back."

It's very short, but his voice is very hoarse, with a thick emotion, hoarse and not like words, proud as he is, and now he is finally willing to lower his head, and he is willing to lower his body and plead for a result.

My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and the soft moonlight outside hit his forehead, and the high bridge of his nose softened the sharpness of his face, and made it a little less sharp.

"If you don't understand your anger, there are more solutions, and going back with him is the most undesirable way to go."

His hand was cold, and he took my hand and pressed it to his heart, and said nothing else.

My palm is close to his heart, and I can feel the constantly beating heart, calm and powerful, his hand is still cold like a cold snow, and the slightest temperature can't penetrate it.

"Luan, please."

His Adam's apple rolled a few times, but the words were unusually obscure.

"If you don't get angry, press it hard, this life should be yours."

"Such a simple truth, after so long, I understand the trade-off, everyone will be forgiven when they make mistakes, is it not only me?"

He looked down at me.

The low depression of my whole body made everyone around me depressed, and the words I had prepared for a long time were not of any use now.

I wanted to withdraw my hand, but the heartbeat under my palm was still beating strongly.

He lowered his head and bit the tip of my ear, his voice was hoarse and deep, "If you don't want to relieve your anger, you will aim at this place and stab it hard." ”

I don't know when a small dagger was stuffed into my hand, he grabbed my hand and pressed it on his heart, the dagger was cold, in the palm of my hand, and I came back to my senses at once.

"You're crazy."

I gritted my teeth to break free, but failed.

His hand was pushed by him little by little, and the warm, viscous blood flowed down my hand, but he didn't make a sound, as if the puncture was not his heart at all, and it was as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

My back was tight, all the pretended calmness was disintegrated in front of him, and my mind was now empty, only subconsciously raised my head, looked at him in shock, and was horrified.

"It's crazy, crazy a long time ago."

He lowered his head and suddenly smiled, his thin lips raised a beautiful arc, it is not an exaggeration to say that the elegance is peerless, his deep eyes are full of joy and anger, and now there seems to be only hot emotions.

The hot emotion is just about to erupt.

The warm blood, like the straw that finally stimulated me, suddenly pressed on me, shattering all my pretended calm, and all the surfaces that I pretended not to care.

"But what does this have to do with me, you see what this is, this is for the woman's bun he tied, it's not because of you, the original Chang'an is dead, dead on the edge of the cliff, and ten thousand arrows pierce the heart."

I reached back, the blood was already cold in my hand, and I pressed my own heart with my backhand, and took a few steps back in succession, breaking free from his embrace.

Originally, Pei Yousheng's hand was reflexively stretched out, but after hearing this, his hand froze in mid-air and didn't let it go, but he didn't reach out to pull me, but just confronted me.

"It hurts so much, Uncle Huang." My voice trembled, and for a few years I didn't mention or ask about the previous things, and I put on my best appearance, and smiled at everyone.

I thought I could cover it for a lifetime and forget it, but I didn't expect that it would be torn open by him again, and the bloody reappearance of the wound was still painful, and it didn't heal for a long time, and the ulceration was even worse.

His hand finally fell down, his face was covered with a layer of darkness, and the whole person seemed to be even more depressed than just now, and the figure that once stood still seemed to be gradually declining now.

After a long time he said, "He's not a good man." ”

"That's my business, it has nothing to do with you, now I am willing to marry him, willing to be his queen, willing to have children for him, now I am just the current me, you see, even the appearance can be changed, what else can't be changed?"

My voice was originally suppressed, but now it came out of my throat, and it exploded with the emotions of relatives, and I deliberately showed the traces under my eyes, even if it was changed and disguised later, it was an indelible scar.

It reminds me all the time of what happened.

That kind of pain hurts into the bones of the limbs, and it is permeated in the blood in the bones, and it lasts for a long time, and the pain is painful.

His fingers touched my eyes, and there were rough calluses on the tips of his fingers, which hurt a little.