Ye was still expressionless, his eyes resting on the hand that had just been placed on his chest. There was still her temperature, the scorching temperature burning his heart, piping hot.

"It's a subordinate who is not worthy of Miss Mingyue."

His voice was as unwarm as his expression.

Leng Xianning took a step back angrily and stroked his aching forehead, "There is no one in this world who is not worthy of anyone, only who loves and doesn't love whom." ”

"My subordinates don't love Miss Mingyue." When Ye heard her words, his eyes flickered strangely, and then he said firmly.

"You." Leng Xianning was really angry, she didn't understand why Ye, who had always obeyed her orders, but because of this incident, she went against her will again and again, which made her heart feel a little frustrated.

"The subordinates will retire first." Night didn't want to discuss it with her anymore, so he automatically hid into the shadows without waiting for her command.

Leng Xian sat down on the chair dejectedly, but she didn't expect the night to be so stubborn, how she was going to explain to Mingyue.

Slowly walked to the vanity mirror, and saw the person in the mirror, without stretching eyebrows, more convex. It turned out that she was not wrong in Liuxiang's room, she was really herself. It's just why the skin seems to be white.

The night deepened

The cold fiber on the bed was restlessly asleep, with a lot of fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't stop muttering, "Father, father." ”

On the side of the bed, a long figure stood quietly, looking at the person on the bed with black eyes without blinking, hearing her whisper, his heart ached.

The master loves that man, the man she shouldn't have fallen in love with.

He has been protecting her by her side, watching her be hurt and crying by that man, but she can only stand in the shadows and be silent. He was not qualified to comfort her, he was not qualified to soothe her wounded heart.

He won't forget who he is, he's just a shadow of her. Something that had been decided since birth, the hand unconsciously touched her left arm, where there was a birthmark exactly the same as the one on her shoulder.

He had hated his fate, why his life had to be implicated with someone he didn't know, why he was the guardian of the descendants of the Bloodline. Why is it that when the master dies, the guardian can't live.

But when he inadvertently met her, inadvertently accepted the warmth she gave him, and knew that she was the person he wanted to protect, he didn't seem to be so disgusted in his heart. Because their fates are connected, he will know her emotions and feel all her pain. The pain on her body will be infinitely magnified on his body.

Such a connection, such a life and death together, actually gave birth to a little joy in his heart, because no one will be closer than them, and no one will understand her heart better than him.

is so willing to stay by her side, so uncomplaining and unrepentant, and the bottom of my heart is extremely satisfied.

But again and again, she tried to drive him away.

He doesn't love Mingyue, he just has a brother-sister relationship with Mingyue, a chance encounter when he was a child, saved her, and a period of time depended on each other, just like a relative-like feeling, and has nothing to do with men and women.

He knows this very well.

He believed, and his master knew it.

but they still persecuted him.

His fingers moved to his left chest, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a smile, although shallow, but happy. She didn't understand that he was always here for the beating.

Thinking about it, the smile on his lips couldn't help but deepen a little, and his face turned red in the dark night.

Unconsciously reached out and brushed the hair from her cheeks, looking at her not very beautiful face. This is the person he wants to protect for the rest of his life, and he remembers it very well.

"Master, don't abandon me."

A whisper, with a hint of melancholy, drifted into the woman's ears.

Who is it, whispering in her ear,

Who is it, pray that she will not be abandoned.

Leng Xian's face showed a little uneasiness, and he wanted to open his eyes to see who it was, but there was only darkness, endless darkness.