The little ghost shrank and shook his body, as if he thought of something, hurriedly stepped forward again, and continued: "Nan Fan didn't believe it, he directly beat him to the ground, and he said that he would not let go of his master if he died." ”

After the little ghost finished speaking, he obviously felt that the condensed air instantly dissolved, and the cold air around him immediately heated up, and the cold look on Qian Jiao's face was suddenly like a glacier turning snow in early spring, and it was brilliant and blooming.

The imp secretly exhaled in his heart.

It's dangerous, but fortunately, it's a little ghost and the big man has the right point.

But at the same time, it couldn't help but start worrying in its heart, the relationship between the master and Nan Fan was so deep, and there was no solution to the Gu poison, did the master really only have one year left to live?

A year later, when the owner dies, what will it do?

Nan Fan beat Yun Ze, cleaned the blood stains on it, and cleaned up before returning to Qian Jiao's room.

Qian Jiao was sitting on the windowsill, with her hands on her cheeks, looking at the sparkling river outside the window in a daze.

Her slender figure, reflected in the sparkling white light on the river, was clearly extinguished, and there were some dazzling eyes.

A light breeze swept through her broken hair, fluttering in the air.

Nan Fan stood at the door and didn't move, his eyes stared at Qian Jiao's back for a moment, so serious, so focused, as if he could never get enough of greed and distress.

He tried to suppress the urge to come forward and hug her.

Because of the words that Yun Ze said swelled up in his heart from time to time.

'If you don't let go, she will die except pain, what's the use of you loving her?' Can you die for her? Only I can keep her alive, as long as you let go, she can live. ’

He wanted to say that he was willing to die for her.

But in fact, if he dies, he can't get back Qian Jiao's chance to live.

Although he can firmly say to Yun Ze, he will not let go of Qian Jiao if he dies.

But in fact, he was not so firm in his heart, he didn't dare to despise Qian Jiao's life, he didn't dare to gamble, and he didn't dare to be stubborn and selfish to say no.

The hands hanging at his side were clenched into fists, and the knotted green tendons on his arms burst out.

What should he do?

What to do?

Qian Jiao seemed to feel Nan Fan behind her, she turned around and smiled at him.

A soft voice, mixed with a gentle river breeze, floated out of her pink lips.

"Brother Fan."

Nan Fan's clenched fists quickly loosened, and Junyi's face was immediately replaced with a soft one, his eyes were slender, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Strode towards Qian Jiao.

"What are you looking at? Why didn't you take a break? ”

Qian Jiao waited until he approached, standing one step away from her, the smile on her smiling face froze for a moment, and once again felt that Nan Fan had the feeling of keeping a distance from her.

I felt a little lost in my heart, but then I smiled again and stretched out my hand to him.

Nan Fan seemed to think about it, but he still stretched out his big hand to hold her, followed Qian Jiao's strength, walked over, and sat beside her.

Qian Jiao leaned on his arms and didn't speak, and the two of them sat quietly until ten in the evening.

At dinner, Qian Jiao once again clearly felt Nanfan's alienation, and Qian Jiao's heart gradually became depressed.

But she didn't show it on her face at all.

At night, the lights on the Yinhua River are hazy, and the moonlight is like water.

A light breeze blew through the river through the hanging windows.

When Nan Fan returned to the room after freshening up, he saw Qian Jiao sitting in front of the window in a daze.

Under the bright moonlight, the girl's posture is graceful and picturesque, and her face is captivating.

Even if you just stand behind her like that, looking at the back of the moon, it is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts palpitate.

Originally, Nan Fan thought that such a beautiful Qian Jiao would always belong to him.

However, at this moment, his heart began to wander.

Nan Fan's eyes dimmed slightly, and he secretly sighed in his heart, and slowly walked to Qian Jiao's side and sat down.

Qian Jiao turned her head to see Nanfan's handsome face in the moonlight, smiled slightly, and leaned into his arms.

Nan Fan was stunned for a moment, but he was still reluctant to push people away.

Moreover, he also felt Qian Jiao's frustration every time he wanted to keep his distance, which made him feel extremely distressed, and he hated to have to ignore the Gu poison, and just approached her as he wanted and hugged her tightly.

But every time that kind of emotion rises and soars, the painful picture of Qian Jiao's first two Gu poison attacks will appear in his mind.

It made Nan Fan feel distressed again.

He was reluctant after all.

Qian Jiao drilled into Nanfan's arms, chose a comfortable position, and stopped.

A year's life, why do you think it's so short?

She is not yet twenty years old, such a good Nanfan, is she destined to become his wife?

Qian Jiao sighed, and drilled into Nanfan's arms again, her heart was dull.

"Brother Fan, I don't like Yun Ze."

If there is only one year left to live, can he not deliberately alienate himself.

Wouldn't it be nice to get closer and cherish the last moments?

When Nan Fan heard this, his body stiffened, and his face was obviously a lot darker.

He wanted to say, I don't like him either, I just want him dead.

But he couldn't help it, he was afraid that when that day came, he would still have to be Yun Ze to save Qian Jiao's life in the end.

But he didn't want to say good things about Yun Ze to Qian Jiao, at least not now.

So, he just pursed his lips and didn't answer.

Nan Fan's reaction made Qian Jiao's heart sink again, and she had almost determined what Nan Fan was thinking.

The little hand unconsciously grabbed the placket on Nan Fan's chest, half ringing, and when the uneasiness in her heart gradually subsided, she raised her head from his arms, looked at Nan Fan's handsome face fixedly, and was silent.

If you don't look closely, the loss and uneasiness in her eyes are almost impossible to detect.

Nan Fan lowered his head to meet his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but throb.

He reached out and pressed Qian Jiao's head back into his arms, gently rubbed her head, and said in a low voice: "Jiaojiao, don't think too much, I will find a way." ”

But what else can be done?

Before he went to the Yun family's station, he had gone to Gujiazhai once and looked for the old village chief.

What the old village chief said to Yun Ze was almost the same.

Qian Jiao only has one year to live, and Qian Jiao can only continue to live with the people who are in the Gu.

He was angry and sad, but he couldn't think of a way.

Qian Jiao's heart was blocked, and she reached out to protect Nanfan's waist, her nose was sour, and her eyes were slightly red.

Her somewhat aggrieved voice, with a thick nasal voice, complained quietly: "Brother Fan, no matter if there is a way, you are not allowed to alienate me." ”

Nanfan ...... Sure enough, his little girl is sensitive, and she feels everything.

Sighing, he rubbed the hair on the top of Qian Jiao's head again dotingly, and said in a low voice, "Okay." ”

Wrapping his arms around her waist, she tightened her muscles, and said again, "Don't think about it. ”

Qian Jiao raised her head, her eyes filled with mist and nodded.