The last two words, cold and angry, seemed to be squeezed out of the throat.

Xia Fanyin's pupils contracted slightly, but his eyes met his gaze without flashing, and he smiled faintly, "I really don't seem to understand-what are you angry about, what do you want to debunk?" ”

Her unimprisoned hand gently stroked her long hair fluttering in the wind, and said lightly: "Could it be that while you are now deeply in love with another woman, you still expect me to die for you?" Are you angry that you're not attractive enough, or are you...... The territory occupied by dogs belongs to them, and women are no exception, so even if I am just a thing of the past, you still want me to treat you from the beginning? ”

The contemptuous tone can be described as sarcastic, and the cold color in Quan Qijiu's eyes is a little heavier.

Prove?

What does he need to prove?

Before she appeared, he even wanted to avoid this burden - he regretted seeing these things, and he didn't want to know how affectionate she was to him, and he simply "subconsciously" wanted to cover up and forget.

The more he knows, the less good it is for him, and now that he has decided, why bother looking back?

This kind of thankless work, he will not do.

But the moment she lifted the things, when he saw with his own eyes that the past had sunk to the bottom of the river in the blink of an eye, he knew that the subconscious just now was just an illusion created by panic, his real subconscious subconscious...... It's about getting those things back.

How dare she throw it, or throw it into the river?!

The anger in Quan Qijiu's heart was picked to the extreme, but his face fell silent, "Whether you admit it or not, I am me." Do you have any reason to throw my things without my consent? He sneered, "Isn't it because you want to cover it up because you can't wait to throw everything into the river?" Cover up your reluctance to let go, and the problem you have to admit - I am the right to tilt nine. ”

[The right to tilt nine. 】

The cold wind blew, and Xia Fanyin's face turned slightly pale.

The person in front of him, the three souls and seven spirits are all his, and the body is also his, the only thing that is wrong is that he has no memory.

But if he doesn't have a memory, isn't he him?

No, he's still the right to tilt nine - there will be no other power in this world except him.

The person she loved and loved her dearly, there will never be one more.

Xia Fanyin suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, and when she didn't think about it, it was as if she was just kicking away someone who had nothing to do with her, but after thinking about it, she had to realize more clearly that she would lose her power forever.

Chest tightness and shortness of breath are uncomfortable.

This feeling made her unconsciously look away, and her fingers curled up unconsciously.

Quan Tianjiu looked at the trance and wetness surging up in his eyes, his eyes flashed slightly, he pursed his lips, and the force in his hand loosened slightly.

Just as she was about to speak, the woman suddenly struggled, "You are wrong again." She chuckled sarcastically, "If I can't let go, I won't give you up when I make a choice." ”

That's right, it's abandonment.

Even if you are reluctant, you have already decided not to.

Xia Fanyin tilted his head, his face was still pale, but he smiled slightly, "From the moment I made my decision, it has nothing to do with me whether you are Quan Qianjiu or anyone else - now I just want to rescue Xuan Ling and Wuluo and my son, and I don't care about the others." ”