He repeated softly, but clearly: "From now on, it's just the two of us." ”

Qiu Yinong's head was dizzy and swollen by the wind, and when he heard his words, he suddenly became even more dizzy, not knowing where he was, and not knowing what kind of reaction he should make now, which is correct.

By the end, she cowardly closed her mouth.

She carries so much on her back, how dare she give up her hatred and go into hiding with him?

She was afraid that those who died would find her, poke her in the backbone and ask her, why didn't you avenge them?

Living in hell, even if the people around you are angels, they will not escape the fate.

He carried her all the way, the wind blew all the way, she felt that her body was getting colder and colder, and the pain in her body, no matter how painful it was, was not as desolate as her heart.

She wanted to go with the wind, but she was helpless in the game and couldn't extricate herself.

He carried her back to the bamboo house, and the oil lamp was lit in the house, and the lanterns like beans emitted a ghostly light, and the sky light blew in through the window, blowing the lamp, and it was even more swaying.

The shadows of the two of them overlapped together.

When he got to the bedside, he put her down, and was about to get up, but he found that the sleeve of his shirt was being pulled by someone.

Qiu Yinong lay on the bed, looking at him with swarthy eyes, in such a dark night, her eyes were as bright as twinkling stars, and in those starry eyes, the light flickered and dimmed, complicated and struggling.

He tugged at the hem of his clothes like that, and didn't speak for a long time.

He looked into her eyes, and saw that her eyes struggled, and then the little starlight gradually dimmed, and at last those eyes, like stars that had lost their light, were so dark that they could not see anything.

Finally, she slowly let go of his sleeve.

He knew that she had something to say, but he struggled in his heart, and in the end, he still didn't say it.

At this moment, her heart must be extremely tormented.

Dry Bone Huan looked at her with heavy eyebrows, and sighed softly: "If you don't want to say it, then don't force yourself." ”

He bent over and dropped a kiss on her eyebrows, his warm lips brushed over her skin, Qiu Yinong's body trembled slightly, closed his eyes, and pretended to be really asleep, not daring to look at him.

However, the long eyelashes, which kept trembling, betrayed her.

When he saw that she was in distress, he no longer embarrassed her, but took the brocade quilt, covered her, turned around, and went out of the room.

The door closed gently, and the eyes of autumn were slowly opened in the night, the clear eyes glowed with dim light in the dark, and the pupils of the autumn water were overflowing with melancholy and indescribable regret.

How she wanted to ask him, "If I am willing to go with you, can you wait for me for two years?" ”

In the past two years, she will definitely be able to take revenge on her hatred, throw away her name before and after, and follow him to the end of the world.

But she couldn't say anything.

Why did she ask him to wait for her?

He is a noble and elegant son, a man who is envied by the world, she is a humble and unbearable autumn mood who carries dark hatred and lives in the mire, and the two of them seem to be far apart.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch up with him.

Qiu Yinong doesn't know, if she can love and be brave tonight, many years later, will her situation be much better than she was at that time?

However, the future is always a mystery that can only be solved by getting closer, and no one can see the mystery in the present.