"......" Hua Wan frowned, who was talking.

Hua Wan looked around with red and swollen eyes, and only at one last glance did she see the figure in the attic of the main hall.

Who stands so high? Hua Wan reached out and rubbed her red and swollen eyes.

At this moment, my eyes are getting more and more swollen, and even if I try to look through the gap, I am still confused.

It's vague, like smoke.

Hua Wan shook her head, and finally fixed the ghosting in front of her eyes.

At dusk and sunset, the sycamore is shaded.

On the high pavilion of Huadian, he is independent.

The back is long, awe-inspiring and infinite. At this moment, between heaven and earth, because of him, he inexplicably added a little outline.

It's him? Hua Wan looked up at the back, and the open space in her heart fell one by one.

This back she has seen:

It was the night her mother died.

In the following years, he continued to teach her cultivation......

In the end, he suddenly said goodbye without saying goodbye.

She has always wishfully called him 'Master Beauty'. And he never accepted it head-on, nor did he explicitly refuse.

Hua Wan tried hard to hold her eyes, she wanted to see him more realistically.

"Master Beauty, is that you?" Hua Wan asked tentatively.

It had to be him! His back...... She'll never forget—

His back was on her back, unlike others.

From his back, she saw the faint detachment in his handsomeness, and felt the faint concern in his spaciousness.

He seemed to feel sorry for her, but he didn't want to be near her.

Every night of those three years, she will never forget.

"Master Beauty?" Hua Wan's misty thoughts flooded instantly, and tears burst out of her eyes: "Why don't you say goodbye?!" ”

"......" Mu Han's body shook slightly.

How could she recognize him? He remembered that in those three years, he had never faced her with a straight face.

Just by virtue of her back, she could be sure that he Yun Muhan was the one who taught her martial arts cultivation back then?

This woman, how do you remember him? He thought she had forgotten about him.

Back then, he taught her a lot of cultivation. But later I heard that she still lived and became a wooden beauty who had to be measured when she walked. Decent, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But in her bones, it is clear that she should not be such a woman.

At that time, he was arrested back to Yunshan, and he didn't understand it all the time, but later he heard that:

She is like this, it is completely to please the Night Monarch's Tomb!

For the sake of the Tomb of the Night Monarch, she left behind the three-year agreement he had with her-

He told her back then that he would live for himself. As a result, she was still for the Night Monarch's Mausoleum...... Lived as a puppet.

Come to think of it, in the bottom of her heart:

His three years of companionship have never been as important as the weight of the Tomb of the Night Monarch to her.

"Why?" Hua Wan raised her foot and eagerly forward, looking at the increasingly blurred back in the attic.

Is this a delusion! How could he possibly appear in the Heavenly Machine Academy?

She must have been so tired that she hallucinated the person she wanted to see the most.

Hua Wan hammered her head hard, but in the next moment, her body was unbalanced and fell hard.

Bang dang! Hua Wan's head hit the ground instantly, and she fell into a coma in an instant.

The sycamore leaves sounded in the wind, and Mu Han flew down. The brocade sleeves rose with the wind, instantly imprisoning Hua Wan, who almost rolled down the stone steps, in her arms.

The fireworks conjured up by the fingertips, a faint true qi lingered in the bewitching and miserable, and it was slowly injected into Hua Wan's eyebrows at this moment.

"Huh?" Mu Han laughed at himself and lowered his head, and gently kissed away the tears in the corners of Hua Wan's eyes: "You woman! Even a little bit of conscience? ”

Slippery! Hua Wan, who was in a coma, instinctively stiffened, as if she had smelled the good smell of magnolia again.