If the pulling and noisy just now was just a small fight among a few young people in the noisy crowd, then now, in the circle surrounded by the crowd, she looked at her straight like this, with a smile on the corner of her lips.

Lan Xianshu had seen such a smile, she had seen it, the dark one, just a big and bright light opened above her head, as if it was a light on the long road of darkness, but it was the light that could never be reached.

Countless hands held her so tightly, and then the cold needle tips that could not be touched entered her body, and the thin cold liquid slowly melted into her body.

The light in front of him faded little by little, the tears were like countless magnifying glasses, and the big lamp above his head was magnified into countless needle eyes.

Then she heard the voice, one that seemed to come from a distant place but was so familiar.

"Lan Xianshu, yours will be mine."

Yours will be mine......

It was like a hypnosis, a spell, a curse that smashed her heart, making her heart so fragile.

And now, she stood in the crowd, beside her, red, blue, purple, pink, white, black, and people in various dresses, little by little, and the brilliant flickering lights above her head were magnifying and magnifying......

Ye Zhichen turned his head, the woman beside him was quiet and weird, this suddenly dilated out-of-focus pupil, the man who was watching began to be a little overwhelmed.

When the woman's gaze slowly turned to him, Ye Zhichen was also looking at her.

It's just that there is no him in her eyes, in the eyes of the sea.

Her gaze was so empty and deep, like a calm and dark seabed.

Reach out and go along her arm, little by little......

The man's fingertips were slightly cold, and she suddenly glared at him in shock like a frightened rabbit with big eyes......

The man's heart suddenly felt as if he had been smashed into the heart by a huge hammer, and the roughness and horror behind the blur of flesh and blood.

He tried to show her a smile that was more ugly than crying, and the corners of his mouth didn't pull out, just dry and shaking the muscles on his face and smiling at her.

In the end, his smile didn't last, and the wrist that stopped at the crook of her arm was forced, and the woman lay in his arms.

Yes, only this kind of time, only when she was in his arms, with a little bit of temperature, a little bit of her taste, so familiar and real in his arms.

He didn't have the slightest sense of security for her, like the only companion driftwood floating in the sea, even if she was now in his arms, even now, he was still breathing her fragrance buried in her neck socket, he still didn't have that so-called sense of security.

In addition to wanting to cherish it with all his strength, he also wanted to think about it, as if he had never lost it, the scorching temperature and the eternal warmth and the companionship that never left.

He can still be by her side, it is a blessing, he Ye Zhichen is fortunate to have three lives, whether it is broken or incomplete, whether it is complete or broken, it is all what he wants to be obsessed with.

The man's big palm slowly stroked her back