"How did you die?" Fusang's voice was cold, like ice that would not melt for thousands of years, although there was no fluctuation, Huang Qingwan felt a wave of anger inexplicably.

"Do you know the little lady?" Dressed in a red dress, she couldn't see Fusang's memories, and she didn't know where the stunningly cold man in front of her was.

Fusang glanced at her, flicked his fingers, and a ray of light disappeared into the center of the phoenix's eyebrows.

The past of him and Jiang Wenjing is like a marquee, staged in Huang Qingwan's mind.

Huang was stunned, but he didn't expect that the little lady still had such a past.

She only now understands that fate is a thing, and in the dark, it has its own providence.

Little lady, she can't let go of this person until she dies, she took her all over the mountains and rivers, and there was no satisfactory place.

But I found it here.

Is it the wish of the little lady here?

She felt a pain in her heart, and suddenly became a little angry, stared at Fusang coldly, and asked, "Why, you refused to let her stay at that time?"

This is her questioning, but it is more like a little mother's questioning.

This may be the answer that the little lady also wants to know when she is dying, right?

Why, you refused to let her stay back then?

"As long as you say to stay, she will abandon everything and stay with you, are you, so dislike her?"

Fusang was stunned, and his cold eyes revealed a trace of extremely shallow sadness.

He looked at Jiang Wenjing, stretched out his hand, and directly took her corpse from Huang's hand and hugged her into his arms.

Jiang Wenjing was very light, and the cold corpse, held in his arms, made Fusang feel heavier than a mountain.

"I can't leave her ---" he sighed slightly, and the gaze that fell on Jiang Wenjing's face suddenly softened a lot.

That year, the begonia flowers flew, and she also smiled and said, "Fusang God, as long as you are willing, Wen Jing will always accompany you---"

It's a pity that there is no forever.

Fuso, there is no eternal ---

"Woo woo woo ---" The little white dog was full of tears, looking at Jiang Wenjing's corpse, his little tail hanging very low, very sad.

Even though it hadn't seen it for eleven years, it still recognized Jiang Wenjing at a glance.

Huang looked at the little white dog, the little lady insisted on leaving the little white dog, first, she didn't want this person to be alone, and secondly, she hoped that when he saw the little white dog, he would think of himself, right?

As soon as she raised her eyes, her gaze fell on the crimson ribbon between the man's silver hair.

That is, the ribbon left by the little lady---

Huang Qingwan's heart was sour, little lady, you see, he still cares about you after all.

Jiang Wenjing's red dress was flying, her black hair was like a waterfall, and her face was quiet as if she was asleep in the past.

Huang Qingwan didn't get angry, just stared at Fusang and said, "Little Niangqin doesn't like cold, I don't like darkness, I want to bury her in a place where the sun will always shine, so that she will not be lonely." ”

Fusang hugged Jiang Wenjing, begonia flowers flew all over the sky, falling on the two of them, he suddenly remembered that the girl of the year had said, "Fusang God, you are so dazzling, just like the sun, you are, the quiet sun---"

Sun? He is her sun.

It's just that he pushed her into the darkness and coldness with his own hands.

Fusang will not be moved, let alone emotional, but now, I feel inexplicably sad--

It was an indelible sadness, very light, but very uncomfortable.

I don't know how many years have passed, Fuso, for the first time, I feel pain.

"How did she die?" He asked Huang lightly for the third time, and in a pair of silver eyes, the light was very cold.

"How did you die? Do you want to avenge your little mother?" Huang looked at him coldly, "If you can't avenge the little lady, let her sleep well---"