After recovering his memory, he lost even the strength to argue with unknown people at the beginning.

In the memories that pop up from time to time, all kinds of things; It's just, it's boring.

The frost of ten thousand years eroded the pride between Mo Yue's eyebrows little by little, but her back was still straight, her fingers brushed the delicate petals, and the clear touch made her feel an indescribable sadness.

Everyone loves only the high-spirited and sharp woman 10,000 years ago.

Qing Huan stood at the door, looking at the woman standing in front of the flowers from a distance, his fingers opened and slowly tightened, and finally stepped into the place where he could never recover.

"I thought you were scared."

Mo Yueqian's opening broke the invisible tacit understanding between the two.

"Afraid of what?" Qing Huan smiled self-deprecatingly, and couldn't even speak coldly at her: "Afraid that you will kill me?" ”

Not to mention whether he is afraid of life and death, or whether Ah Yue can completely destroy it; All he feared was that he would never see her.

Laughing happily at the drink, the piano and the song, deeply imprinted on his bone marrow, after time polished, only these memories are moving.

"At the beginning, before this flower, we saw each other for the first time." Mo Yue chuckled, turned around, and her empty and indifferent eyes made Qing Huan feel distressed: "Then, let's end everything here." ”

The burning hatred was hidden under the dark eyes, and the soft face suddenly became cold and ruthless.

Qing Huan's long sleeves covered the master's hands tightly, and the dense pain entangled the beating heart.

He smiled suddenly, just as the ice melted and everything revived, even the most beautiful woman in the world was far less than this painful and happy smile.

Although the light of the stardust in the dark phoenix eyes was faint, it was never extinguished.

"Ah Yue, you hate me."

"But you can't forget me."

Hearing this, Mo Yue sneered, her eyes carefully swept over the handsome face of the little prince, and her red lips were revealed: "Maybe you're right." “

The girl plucked a wilted white peony and played in circles in her hand. The black hair hangs low, and the white petals are swallowed by the silky strands.

"Now I'm not going to cut off this so-called emotion with my own hands."

You can't stop chopping.

Qing Huan let out a long sigh, only hating himself for knowing Ah Yue too well, and also for never being able to stop thinking about her.

"Ah Yue, maybe you're just trying to destroy me to complete the mission." The little prince's momentum was cold, and even the slender hands surfaced with the master's violent emotions: "However, it is too difficult to destroy me." “

"It's better to kill me in this world."

Destruction has two senses: destruction.

One is spiritual and the other is physical.

Qinghuan is willing to die, but he is just seeking a slight easing of relations in the next world.

"That's not fun." Mo Yue turned her head sideways, and the white double-petaled peony loomed, lining the girl's face more delicate than Huajiao: "Let's make a bet." Give me five worlds. “

"I will destroy you in every sense of the word."

Both mentally and physically.

"Otherwise, I'll erase all my memories. What kind of relationship you want, we are the kind of relationship; I am who you want me to be. ”

The grievances of the past are gone, and it is not difficult to continue what you want.

She's gambling.

Bet on whether you can get revenge, or end up becoming a blank sheet of paper for others to portray.