Chapter 52

Su Ying woke up.

When it woke up, it was like a fish that had just been fished out of ice water, soaking wet and unable to breathe.

Outside the window, the sun is already waning, and the setting sun dyes the sky with a magnificent layer of purple.

Qiluan hasn't come back yet.

In the empty dormitory, Su Ying sat motionless on the edge of the bed.

The red dormitory, the red decoration, the eye-catching red dragon and phoenix embroidery, the gorgeous wedding dress, and the back hem of the floor.

Su Ying felt that her heart was as cold as ashes.

Why is he sitting here? Who is he waiting for?

Waiting for Qiluan? Or was it a thunderbolt from the sky that burned him to ashes?

The night was getting deeper.

The door of the dormitory slowly opened a crack, and the red curtain raised by the night wind outlined the figure of the man who entered.

The door closed, Su Ying stood up, and silently walked down the steps step by step.

The hem of the wedding dress dragged on the ground, making a "rustling" sound.

The unicorn is at one end of the curtain, and he is at this end.

They were like a shore apart, and they could never reach each other.

Perhaps, they weren't supposed to be together in the first place.

I didn't know how to speak, but after a long time, Su Ying took the lead in breaking the silence, "...... Qiluan, I'm tired......"

"Oh?" Qiluan's voice carried a strong depression that could not be ignored.

Through the curtain, Su Ying couldn't see his expression.

Immediately afterwards, Qiluan said clearly:

“…… Will the young man be tired? ”

A plain sentence cut off Su Ying's breath so easily.

He felt like a piece of jade that had been smashed into powder and barely glued together.

Even if it is complete, it is very reluctantly complete.

Lightning illuminated the red curtains, thunder roared, and the sound of "crackling" rain could be heard outside the dormitory.

Raindrops the size of beans wash the roof of the dormitory.

"Yes." Su Ying responded. "I have something to say."

"Say what?" Qiluan's voice was indifferent.

Su Ying listened to it in his ears, and his breathing became instantly unsteady, feeling like a sharp blade slowly pushing into his heart little by little.

"Say how you lied to me! Or how did your shadow become famous! Tell me how you're trying to get close to me! Say how you've watched me make fools of you again and again! ”

Qiluan's voice trembled: "...... I really underestimated you...... As early as when I was in Liuhe Casino, I should have understood how such skills could be mortal...... Those things like the demon world, your mother, etc., are they also made up for me......"

Qiluan suddenly fell silent.

Su Ying only heard the sound of rain.

"So many times I went to you, did you take it out with your subordinates afterwards for fun?"

Qiluan said, one step closer.

"Have you always thought it was a special fun thing to watch me be stupid?"

Qiluan asked.

"And ...... Aren't you annoyed that you've sacrificed yourself to deal with me for so long......? ”

Qiluan said, with a hint of a smile in his tone.

Su Ying no longer had the energy to speculate on his mood.

“…… Let's talk about whether you have suffered since you found out what happened to Ling Yan back then, but you killed him with your own hands. ”

Su Ying now just wants to make him hurt and make him regret it.

I want him to be in pain...... It hurts more than yourself.

Through the curtain, Su Ying could also feel it, and the person opposite froze.

"Yes," Su Ying's voice was tired, as calm as an ordinary day they were together, "Tell me, is your biggest regret that you didn't get him to bed sooner?" ”

“…… You remember......" His tone conveyed a desperate dead silence.

But soon, he regained that somewhat paranoid arrogance. He asked Su Ying, "What do you want to say?" ”

Su Ying looked at him, smiled silently, and muttered in a somewhat puzzled tone, "...... What do I want to say? ”

Su Ying looked at the silhouette of the figure on the other side of the Qiluan curtain for a long time, and said, "Qiluan, what do you want to say, what should you say......"

Qiluan answered his question with silence.

The air is condensed and generally difficult to pass.

Between the two, heavy curtains moved with the wind, showing a bit weird.

“…… Qiluan," Su Ying felt a wave of exhaustion welling up in her heart, "You owe me an explanation. ”

“…… You say I owe you an explanation...... "Qiluan slowly passed through the curtain, shortening the distance between them.

Qiluan's figure gradually became clearer, and finally he passed through the curtain and stopped a few steps in front of Su Ying.

The turquoise eyes are emotionally complex, and Qiluan is also dressed in a happy dress.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Su Ying's chin fiercely, looked at him without blinking, and said, "Don't you owe me an explanation......

“…… I don't have anything to explain. Su Ying lowered her eyes, "Ling Yan owes you, I pay you back." ”

You owe me, but no one can pay me back.

Qiluan let go of his hand, suddenly took half a step back, and looked at Su Ying in a daze.

Unbuttoning the red dresses one by one, the corners of Su Ying's mouth swirled into a smile that captivated the country and the city: "...... Two thousand years ago and two thousand years later, my dress is the same......"

Qiluan's body stiffened for a moment.

Removing the luxurious and exquisite coat and throwing it at his feet, Su Ying reached out to unbutton his middle coat.

“…… You're really obsessed......"

Su Ying hated Ling Yan, hated him for being cowardly and ignorant, and could give up everything for Qiluan; He was jealous of Ling Yan again, because Qiluan still remembered him for two thousand years.

took off his middle coat and threw it at Qiluan's feet. Then, he stepped forward, stood on tiptoe in Qiluan's ear, and said softly, "...... It's a pity, he remembered. ”

Taking a step back, Su Ying looked at Qiluan's face, "You say, can he still be with you?" ”

He was asking Qiluan, and he was asking himself.

Qiluan looked at Su Ying, his eyes were a little red, and his facial features were a little hideous, and he asked, "...... You say, "What do you want me back?" ”

Su Ying smiled indifferently and reached out to pull away the thin white ribbon. The unrestrained shirt and pants slipped to the ground.

Su Ying looked at Qiluan indifferently: "Ling Yan owed you back then, I will pay you back." ”

"But remember, Ling Yan is dead." Su Ying stared at Qiluan's eyes, as if he wanted to look into the depths.

Ling Yan is your Qiluan, he Su Ying can't do it. That's his pride, his principle.

Qiluan looked at him, and Su Ying couldn't tell the love and hate in Qiluan's eyes.

In the end, Qi Luan lowered his head and blocked the rest of Su Ying's words with his lip that had lost its temperature.