Turning her head, you can see Jian Junxi's women's clothing photo, the height of the photo is the same as her height, it was taken by Lin Yiyi for her, and it is also her only women's clothing photo.

From a distance, it looks like she is standing there, her delicate skin in the photo can be blown away, and her crystal clear blue eyes are like the silent sea level.

Her long black hair was scattered on her chest, and her cherry blossom-like pink lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, revealing the temperament of a cold goddess.

It is like a fairy who is not stained with a trace of dust, and it is like the most moving daffodil in heaven, so beautiful that it touches the soul and is not as beautiful as the world

It's so beautiful that you just need to look at it, and you can't take your eyes off it.

He walked slowly to the photograph as tall as hers, staring affectionately into her face.

Tremblingly stretched out his right hand and caressed her face, her eyes, her nose, and her lips as if caressing herself.

The eyes full of infatuation were instantly filled with mist, and the whole person was like a lone star on the bank of the Tianhe.

It was only by staying in this place that he could feel that he was still breathing......

Seeing her die in her arms, she wanted to save her so much, but she was so powerless.

Every time he thought of the scene before she died, his heart felt like countless knives were cutting hard, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

A few days ago, I received a news that an old monk was living in seclusion in the mountains and forests with a man, and the old monk looked like Hongyuan, so he rushed over in person.

Unexpectedly, in the end, I left full of hope and returned discouraged.

He couldn't figure out why Hongyuan was willing to save her, but didn't let them be together?

At the same time, he was even more frightened, because it was as if they had evaporated from the world, and there was no trace of them......

With her head against her head in the photo, her dark eyes were instantly filled with sadness, and she murmured in pain: "Where are you?" ”

However, the silence in the room echoed him.

At this moment, his heart is silent, and every day without her, he feels that life is worse than death.

Like a dead tree that can no longer soak in the sun, its fists are loosened and clenched, clenched and released, and the air of despair exudes from its whole body.

Decadent as mud, his body slid down little by little, and finally, he sat down on the ground and buried his head between his legs.

Unable to find a strong reason, the road ahead is without her, and he has no idea how he should go on.

The next day, the sky was gradually dawning, and the pale blue sky was studded with a few remnant stars, and the earth was hazy, like a layer of turquoise veil.

A group of happy sparrows flew over and stopped on Qin Li's windowsill, knocking on the glass window with their mouths as if they were singing a little song......

Qin Li, who had been asleep for nearly a year, heard these voices, her long eyelashes moved slightly, and she opened her eyes in a daze.

What catches your eye is the white ceiling, and the clear eyes are full of confusion.

Turning his head and glancing again, he saw that it was his room, and his eyes closed in pain, and the fragments of memories in his mind began to gather at this moment.

The last memory is that Leng Qing wants to kill her......

Thinking of this, she was shocked, stood up upright from the bed, lifted the quilt, rushed out of the door barefoot, and twisted the door lock when she walked to Jian Junxi's door.

After finding out that it was locked, he banged on the door desperately, and shouted hoarsely and anxiously: "Young master, young master, open the door, I have something important to tell you......

Nangong Jing's sleep was already shallow, and when he heard the voice, he frowned, lifted the quilt impatiently, and strode towards the door of the room.

(End of chapter)