Leng Yue struggled to get up and chase, trying to hold those fragments in her hands, crying and screaming, her blood flowing backwards, and her face was full of blood and tears.

Standing in the wind at the age of nine, full of desolation, life has always been like fireworks, brittle like a flow mark, and love is intertwined with all the nostalgia and vicissitudes. Perhaps, this is the best destination for him, such a happy smile, he has never seen it on his face.

Leng Yue looked at the sky with teary eyes, trying in vain to grab more debris flying in the air. It was quiet all around, and Leng Yue could hear the sound of her heart breaking.

"Don't! No! Don't!!! She roared loudly, not a trace of blood on her face. The whole person seemed to be crazy, the waves of sadness were wave after wave, the tears kept flowing, there seemed to be a fire burning in the body, and the brain was in chaos. In a trance, as if he was back in the Leng family, he called his name with a ruffian smile.

The moonlight at that time was so beautiful......

Lin Wenlang's last voice seemed to float in the air: "Little wild cat, I have never regretted falling in love with you...... But what I've done makes you hate me like that...... If there is an afterlife, I will guard you well, love you, and no longer regret it like today......"

Scene after scene of the past was replayed in her mind, she liked him, herself, and she missed reading again and again; The netting girl is gone. Even, even until the last moment...... didn't let him know that she liked him......

The weeds on the loess slope are fragrant, and the mountains are fluttering, as if they are crying silently......

A stone monument snuggles quietly next to the mound, and on the back of its mound, a peony stands in it...... Lonely......

Leng Yue knelt there, put her hands on her knees, gently rubbed her fingers against the stone tablet that had been pierced into the soil, and whispered with her eyelids drooping, "I'm sorry...... I hurt you......"

"Mother, it's windy." A deep voice accompanied by a sigh of the wind came from behind Leng Yue.

"I know.

Leng Yue replied sullenly.

Nian Jiuling leaned on her shoulder and helplessly wrapped around her waist from behind. His face was very pale, and Leng Yue pretended not to see it, not because he was not distressed, but because he didn't want to leave.

Nian Jiuling sighed lightly and picked her up, she has been kneeling here for three days and three nights......

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A figure appeared beside the grave as if it were real, and he looked into the distance, with an indissoluble melancholy on his lonely face.

Leng Yue's heart twitched suddenly, beating violently, and the strength that came out of nowhere pushed Nian Jiuling's hand away and staggered towards him.

The fingers she poked out, but what she touched was cold...... His face was indifferent, his white robe was fluttering, and Leng Yue actually passed through his body and fell to the ground. Illusion...... He's just a shadow.

The figure turned his back to Leng Yue, stood in front of Nian Jiuling, and whispered: "Please tell the little wild cat for me, I am very free now, please don't worry about it." ”

A burst of sadness swelled up in Leng Yue's heart, and Nian Jiuling was stunned, looking at Leng Yue through his shoulder.

Lin Wenlang's figure flickered, his voice was very low, but he was still talking to himself. Nian Jiuling seemed to be frightened, and raised his hand to slowly point at Leng Yue.

Lin Wenlang suddenly turned around, looked at her from afar, and smiled slightly.

With her heart pounding, Leng Yue slowly raised her hand and pressed her chest. The look that made her feel distressed appeared on his face again, through the sorrow of thousands of mountains and rivers, her brows were slightly furrowed, but her eyes were extremely warm.

The inexplicable sharp pain tugged at Leng Yue's heart, how to describe this smile...... Even breathing slowly would have torn her heart at this moment. It's like a spring breeze...... Like moonlight, clear and gentle, mixed with endless sadness, both intimate and proud, there is a kind of sadness that wants to say goodbye.

"Wenlang.

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