Huo Ye then rushed to the C11 area, in the boundless sea of flowers, the old locust tree was still there, but the people were no more.

Huo also bought this piece of land and replanted the sea of flowers, which was regularly taken care of by a special florist, and the fragrance of the flowers wafting by by a gust of wind was already different.

Huo also walked under the locust tree, Qingxue was helpless before his death, and the only one who could talk about his relatives was him, the guy who claimed to be his fiancé, and Qingxue's tomb was erected here by him, which was regarded as a memory.

"Wife, today is Qingming, I brought a gift to see you." Huo also put the gift box in front of the grave and said face to face with the tombstone.

In Huo Ye's heart, Qingxue is already his wife, even if the two have not experienced any rituals and have no witnesses from anyone, their hearts have long been united.

"I wanted to bring you some flowers, but when I think about it, there are flowers everywhere, so why should I do it so many times?"

"It's been a year, that natural disaster has long been killed by my father, and I don't know who to seek revenge, it can't be this world raised by a bitch, let's put it simply, it's still a sand snake, and I will kill one by one until they are wiped out!"

Huo Ye was still calm at the beginning, but the more he gritted his teeth later, it seemed that he couldn't destroy all the biting sand snakes in the world right now.

After saying all the things that should be said, Huo Ye got up and prepared to go back, a gust of wind blew, Huo Ye turned his head to look in the dark, but saw a small, white flower on the other side of the river quietly blooming behind the tombstone of Qingxue.

Huo also suddenly sounded what Qingxue had said to him.

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"Daily Flower Language Q&A, what are the words of the white flower?"

Huo Ye looked up at the sky and thought for a while, "...... Bones? ”

"Huo Ye!" Qingxue said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you just said it."

"Endless longing, desperate love, letters from heaven." Qingxue told the story.

"Why are there three of them all at once? I really shouldn't have given you that book of flower languages in the first place. "Huo also has a toothache.

"What? Do you regret being with me? ”

"What kind of fairy logic are you?"

"You don't care, I'll ask you if you regret it?"

Huo Ye instantly sighed that he really couldn't reason with the girl, so he hurriedly said: "No, absolutely not." ”

"Hmph, it's useless for you to regret it, I'll rely on you for the rest of my life, even if I die, I will become a flower and bloom to your house."

Huo Ye was speechless for a full five seconds, and then said weakly: "Or...... I'm moving to a pure metal neighborhood with no soil? ”

"You're looking for death!"

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A hot teardrop fell from the corner of his eye, and Huo Ye muttered: "Letter from heaven......"

Huo Ye knelt on one knee on the ground, carefully holding this elegant white flower, and was reluctant to break even a single beard.

The white flower is just like the girl of the year, without the need for pink delicacy carving, natural and charming, moving.

Huo also gently put the flowers into the storage box, as if saying to his lover who was far away in the sky: "Go, follow me home, go to my house to grow." ”