Chapter 152: Why Lie to Me

"Love, don't be angry, don't be angry!" Mo Xiyan shouted while chasing.

"Prince Qingfeng, Prince Qingfeng, don't play, Prince Qingfeng. ”

Mo Xiyan couldn't shout coldly and ruthlessly, so he had to shout Xue Qingfeng, but at this time, Xue Qingfeng was like entering an ethereal world, and he was completely inaudible to the sound of the outside world.

Xue Qingfeng only felt that a beautiful scene appeared in front of him, on a green lawn, a beautiful woman in white dancing on the green lawn.

The beautiful dancing posture made him addicted, and the ethereal sound of the piano echoed in his ears, so pleasant, and she danced in the sound of the piano, the white clothes fluttering, and her long hair fluttering. The beautiful dance made him sink.

He didn't want to wake up, those wet eyes, those simple smiles, that beautiful dance, with every spin she made, the big red petals would fall from the sky, around her, round and round. The hem of her clothes is flying, and she is like a dancing butterfly with wings spread in the rain of flowers.

With a light body and a soft dancing posture, he lost his mind, and at the same time his heart was beating non-stop.

He looked at Yiqiē in front of him obsessively, and his eyes became misty.

Suddenly she stopped beating and stood in place, her hands gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, her wet eyes covered with a layer of mist, her eyes filled with sadness, and her oriole-like voice carried a hint of crying.

He heard her shout, "Why? Why lie to me? Why? Why? Didn't you say that if I just learn you, you will come back, why don't you come back, why ......?"

She screamed heartbreakingly, the original innocent smile turned into sadness, he really wanted to come forward and hug her, wanted to sue her, no one lied to her, would not lie to her.

But he couldn't move, he could only watch her cry bitterly, and the tears slipped down like a flood, and he felt his heart throb, like someone holding a sharp knife and stabbing him in the heart, and the pain almost suffocated him.

Her expression became sad and sad, and there was no more innocence and innocence on her little face, only the sadness and sadness on that face.

A pair of wet eyes no longer have aura, hollow and terrifying. He wanted to go up and hug her so that she was not afraid and not to cry, but he couldn't move when he stood still.

She was like a lifeless butterfly, suddenly slumped on the ground, crying in a daze, her hands tightly pulled together, her chest rose and fell, and the sound of sobbing cries came into his ears and made his heart ache. It was as if someone had torn his heart apart.

He also sat on the ground, looking at her, looking at her, watching her cry, watching her bend over, arms around her legs, red and swollen and empty eyes, looking ahead, Yin Hong's lips also became chapped, without a trace of blood, and her slight voice spit out from her mouth: "Why? Why?"

He could only hear these three words, one by one, echoing in his ears, like a ghost, striking his heart, his heart becoming numb, and his heart throbbing fiercely.

How much he wanted to come forward and hug her, tell her, don't cry, don't cry, she is not suitable to cry, but he couldn't do anything, his hands fell to the side, and he beat his head irritably.

At this moment, he hated his powerlessness and his incompetence.