Chapter 53

Su Ying was hugged to bed by Qiluan.

The love between Ling Yan and Qiluan, although it has a sad ending, can be regarded as a moving story after all...... Su Ying thought - unlike them, from beginning to end, it was a mistake.

Qiluan made a mistake, thinking that Ling Yan's reincarnation was still the character of the year.

I was also mistaken, thinking that Qiluan loved him more than he loved Qiluan.

It's him, who wants too much.

It's Qiluan, and I want to give too much.

Finally, at the same time, it was found that -

They're looking for the wrong person.

The hair was entangled, Su Ying looked at his eyes quietly, as long as there was still a trace of saving, maybe he would fall short and beg him. However, Su Ying couldn't find it, there was nothing in those beautiful eyes, except for cold and arrogant hatred, which was indifference that had nothing to do with him.

In the end, Qiluan is much calmer and more rational than him.

Su Ying thought and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Only he is still hesitating here, unable to find the direction to leave.

Lost in their memories, watching the vast wind blow away the back of the Qiluan, watching the long yellow sand bury his traces, watching the cold moonlight blur his smile.

Look at yourself, how stupidly stop in place.

Qiluan won't look back, take a look, I'm an old man blurred by the years.

I'm lost.

But you won't stop and take me out.

Su Ying stretched out her hand and began to tremble the moment she touched the gentle curve of Qiluan's cheeks. Fingertips slid over his eyebrows, caressing the bridge of his nose and the corners of his lips. Su Ying forced herself not to let her eyes be even a little red.

Looking at his eyes, Su Ying's heart cooled a little......

He probably hated himself.

Su Ying sat up abruptly and hugged him, but he didn't know what to say.

What else could he say?

Qiluan broke the stalemate first-

“…… Have you ever loved me? ”

Su Ying didn't want to answer.

He was afraid that his answer would make the other party feel that he was so cheap.

Su Ying hugged his neck, avoided his indifferent eyes, lowered his head and kissed him.

Qiluan's eyes are very beautiful, like two superb opals, and every time they turn, they exude a charming color, even now, the color of lust floating under indifference still can't be changed.

Slowly unbuttoning the complicated buttons of the dress on his chest one by one, Su Ying picked up the strap of his midcoat with his hand.

Fingertips slid over his **'s chest and rested on his belt.

"Regret it?" Qiluan suddenly picked up his chin with his index finger and examined his eyes, "I won't force you." ”

“…… Do you regret it? Su Ying broke free of his hand and lowered his head, blurting out, "...... Qiluan, do you regret it? ”

Two thousand years ago, as Ling Yan, he also asked the same question.

...... "Your Highness regrets it?" ”……

At that time, Qiluan said that he regretted falling in love with Ling Yan.

He confessed that he loved.

What now?

Qiluan was silent for a long time.

He didn't give Su Ying an answer.

"I see." Su Ying smiled self-deprecatingly and said.

This was the end of the exchange, and Qiluan leaned down and sealed his mouth.

His lips were gentle, as they had been when he had been laughing and playing, with a delicate fresh scent in them, as if he really loved you.

Su Ying responded to him tremblingly, her ten fingers clasped tightly on his back.

For the last time.

Su Ying thought.

This is the last indulgence, and probably the last time we will see each other.

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The night rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, but there was no soft concept at all on the glazed tiles of the house, and the complicated and trivial sounds were as high as a sound.

The thunder would sometimes break the incessant sound, and then the electric light reflected the heavens and the earth in black and white without temperature.

The rain fell to the ground, down the steps of the marble floor without gaps, step after step, and finally on the vast open space, and flowed down the drainage ditch into the earth outside the palace walls.

The golden roof of the Fengtian Temple shines as if it is coated with a layer of sunlight in the night rain.

All the beauty of the day flows with the rain, leaving only the naked darkness and the epitome of time that cannot wait.

The dormitory has long been dark, and I don't know when countless small romantic red candles have been extinguished, leaving only endless darkness.

The layers of red tents fluttered in the occasional wind and rain, like butterflies that had lost their center of gravity, flying into a cruel mess.

Su Ying fell asleep.

The long hair that fell down half hid his turquoise eyes, Qiluan supported his head with one hand, and carefully held the people around him with the other, his eyes tracing his contours inch by inch.

Qiluan looked up at the window, and it was already shining with a pale yellow white, reflecting the madness of last night, fluttering around.

It's time to wake up after a big dream.

Qiluan let go of the man in his arms, carefully placed him on the bed, tucked the corners of the silk quilt, and got up to dress.