Many people didn't sleep well this night, and there were so many stars in the sky, like white pearls scattered under the dark curtain, warm and bright. Gong Nanmu didn't know how long he had been in it, and Gong Shu looked at his master, and he didn't look very anxious. He sat on a rattan chaise longue on the terrace, a neat black robe with delicate dark lines on the cuffs, and under the sleeves showed his white, slender palms like works of art, and his nails were trimmed round and short, resting gently on the armrests.

The night breeze was so cool, and his long hair fluttered in the wind, black like ink, and it was easy to melt into this watery night.

Not only Gong Nanmu felt it, but Gong Shu also thought that their master had changed, he was now indeed a pool of pond water, mostly calm, and the wind made waves, and then it was calm again. Gong Sanye was not like this in the past, he was a deep and long dark river, and the dark river has always flowed diligently and has never stopped.

Miyachi Ruo had a gentle expression, which should not have appeared for him. Their master is too indifferent, and he has never stayed in this world for anyone.

Chu Li, it really shouldn't be.

Gong Chiruo is now in a deep chaos, this night is like a shackle, he can't figure it out, and he just wants to drown him.

In fact, everyone knows that if Chu Li escapes today, she will never be Chu Li again.

This girl has her own name. That's not given and controlled by Gong Chi Ruo, once she wakes up, her memory will be unsealed, and she will only hate Gong Chi Ruo.

Gong Shu said that this is really a bad ending.

Gong Chiruo raised his eyes to look at him, his gray and transparent eyes couldn't even shine the shadow of a person. His eyes were like a piece of ice hewn out, cold and sharp.

"If you don't save it, Chu Li will die."

"What you saved was Lan Qingchuan, not Chu Li."

His master smiled lowly, after a long silence, the faint smile added to him washed away a little bit of anger, he didn't get angry, and said calmly, "Gong Shu, what else can I do?" ”

"Whether it's Chu Li or Lan Qingchuan, no one can escape."

"There's only one end for turning your back on me."

The European town at the end of May is elegant and charming, with flowers planted in every house, bright and vibrant. There was a wet heat wave, and it actually rained today.

The rain was fast, and I didn't know which person in which world was crying.

The sky was still blue, but the rain was piled up on the ground, reflecting the blue sky. Heaven and earth, like a dream.

Tick – tick – tick –

One or two.

Lan Qingchuan felt that he had a long, long dream that almost forgot about himself.

When I wake up today, I don't know what day it is.

The world has changed, can people still change?

She woke up, she could open her eyes, she could sit up, she could talk, anything, but she didn't want to.

Even if you don't live your own life, do you still have the desire to open your eyes to the world?

She doesn't believe in religion, Jesus or Buddha, maybe it's this lonely and stubborn figure, God can't see it, and she taught her a lesson, making her bow her head and endure suffering.

But time and time again, she has come from a young age, and she has experienced less pain. Those unbearable dark seas of bitterness have already pierced a little sharp sand in her heart, and they will sharpen her all the time.

She came from a luxurious background, and in anyone's opinion, it should be a life full of flowers and waves.