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Qi Ye, don't be sad......

Qi Ye, I need you......

Qi Ye, don't leave me......

Her long black hair flew in the air, and her whole body was stiff without a trace of temperature, like a pale jade carving.

The slender figure gradually disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Tears flowed out of her eyes, Ye Weilan's hands and feet were cold, in the silent space, only her footsteps were echoing, her bright eyes looked at the cold place in front of her, and the tears suddenly rolled down without warning.

She remembered a question she had asked Qi Ye a long time ago one afternoon.

……

"Qi Ye."

"Huh?" He rested his head on her lap and lazily answered.

"How much do you really love me?"

He opened his eyes, like the eyes of the dark night, rarely dyed with a little confusion: "How much love?" ”

"yes." She lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead: "You said you would give me anything I wanted, but I'm still a little curious about where the bottom line of your tolerance for me is." ”

"I like your body." He smiled evilly: "Very **, I want to be with you, I want to hold you under me and occupy it to my heart's content, and if I don't allow anyone in the world to hurt you, as for the bottom line, ......" He thought for a while: "I don't know." ”

"Don't know?" She frowned disapprovingly.

He looked at her: "What kind of tolerance bottom line does Lan want?" ”

She stared carefully into his eyes, those eyes were too dark and too deep, like an endless night sky with shimmering stars, and there was no trace of light: "Qi Ye, you hate the sun?" ”

No, or it can't be said to be sunshine, but anything that is bright, he doesn't like it.

Qi Ye said casually: "If you used to stay in a place full of darkness for three years, you wouldn't like it." ”

Because he is used to the darkness, the sunshine is not a yearning for him, but a kind of harm, so Qi Ye will never like a sunny and lively girl, the dark soul has a greater attraction to him, but at the same time, Ye Weilan is so clean and clear, which just fits his spiritual desire, so he fell in love with her at first sight and fell in love with her.

Ye Weilan thought of the harm that death had done to him, and kissed him gently: "I am willing to do everything I have to tolerate all that you have." ”

Qi Ye's beautiful face showed more tenderness: "I thought about it just now, even if you stick a knife into my body and want my life, I can't bear to hate you, all, my love for you has no bottom line." ”

……

Ye Weilan slowly walked through this dark road that seemed to have no end, as if Qi Ye had walked countless times, her slender back was still straight, she was Qi Ye's woman, at any time, she could not forget the pride that belonged to him!

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a long time, maybe it was only a few minutes, Ye Weilan finally saw a glimmer of spark.

She took off her shoes, because in the dream she was wearing a pair of nasty red high heels, and she walked barefoot like a light cat.

The scene she saw made her heart fall to the bottom.

Ning Yuan and Yan Shi were lying on the ground, their eyes closed, their bodies stained with blood, and there were people standing around, each of them looking sad and resentful, and when they heard the movement, they looked back at her, and their eyes shot a thick murderous aura.