"I'm ......" Jian Junxi was so shocked by his sad gaze that he stopped.

Nangong Jing stared at her clear eyes, he wanted to see clearly, would there be a trace of tears hidden in her eyes?

Even if it's just sympathy or pity......

However, her calm gaze was like a pair of invisible hands, instantly pushing him into the abyss of pain.

The pain that she has been obsessed with for many years, the injury that she has been obsessed with for many years, is like the most ferocious hurricane, devouring him to the point that there are no bones left, and the pain is unforgettable......

In the past few years, he was very afraid that she had passed away, but what he was even more afraid of was that she would forget herself, forgetting the promises we had made.

But it's just that you're afraid of what......

"That's how you want to become a Buddha?" Nangong Jing asked desperately, and the whole person was as gloomy as the autumn wind and falling leaves.

"Hmm!" Jian Junxi squeezed out a very affirmative syllable in his throat, hurting people without knowing it.

"You've become a Buddha, what are we going to do?" Nangong Jing asked hoarsely.

Jian Junxi's clear eyes stiffened slightly, and his thin lips moved slightly: "I said, you can find a suitable partner for you again, if you feel that the child is redundant, you can hand it over to my parents, I believe they will treat ...... well."

"Enough!" Nangong Jing's surging eyes, his heart was like ashes, and he almost collapsed.

Jian Junxi looked away helplessly, folded his hands, and gently closed his eyes, as indifferent as a Buddha, making him seem to have seen the future female Buddha.

The ice floe at the bottom of Nangong Jing's eyes was shattering inch by inch, as if asking her, more like talking to herself: "In the future, you are a female Bodhisattva with great Buddha light and compassion."

When you stand in the sky and look down on the world, I really want to know, if you think of me who was hurt by you, will your heart hurt? Will it be ...... There's a little bit of ...... Regret? ”

That kind of picture, as long as he thought about it in his mind, made him feel extremely frightened, but Jian Junxi, who was so ruthless in front of him, forced all his courage back to the bottom......

After Jian Junxi heard this, he slowly opened his eyes, and his dark eyes were like an intoxicating galaxy, so beautiful.

It's a pity that there is no reluctance there, no heartache, and only subconscious apologies.

She just felt very sorry for this man, pursed her lips, and said softly, "I'm sorry!" ”

"Excuse me? Heh......" Nangong Jing suddenly let out a sneer as if he had heard some joke.

The cold that pierced his heart and the pain that carved into his bone marrow made him like a migratory bird with broken wings.

Said contemptuously: "Didn't you say that the most you hate to hear is "I'm sorry"? Why do you think I'll like to hear it? ”

Jian Junxi looked at him with a faint expression and didn't say a word......

Nangong Jing was like eating a handful of coptis, his heart was miserable, he could find a way to restore her memory, but he was reluctant to let her live so painfully.

I can't force it, I can't beat it, I can't scold it, and I can't give it up......

Finally, with a painful face, he said, "I...... I'm not as strong as you think, even if I'm above 10,000 people, sitting on everything.

But I still just want to be with you, I have everything, but I don't have the ability to let you go, Cher, let's start again!

Didn't you say that when it's all over, we'll go into seclusion and stop participating in the chaos of this world? ”

Looking at his eyes full of sorrow, listening to his words full of pleading, Jian Junxi's clear eyes flashed with a touch of unbearability.

This is the kindness of the Buddha, and it is the same for anyone who suffers in her eyes.

(End of chapter)