He Lan twisted his eyebrows and opened his mouth.

Bei Ting looked at her without blinking, waiting for her answer.

For a long time, the tea was cold.

"Yes."

She finally admitted.

"I ......" He Lan gritted his teeth, "I recognized the wrong person, the first thing I saw when I first woke up was him, I thought ...... I thought he was you, and you looked so alike, and you ...... He died with me, and I subconsciously thought he was you, and I didn't doubt it until you appeared. ”

As he spoke, He Lan's eyes were annoyed, at a loss, and flustered.

Beiting gradually laughed.

The smile was still gentle as the wind, the eyes were curved, and the blue eyes were like jewels, sparkling.

"So...... You have been loving me for so many years, can I understand that? ”

He Lan didn't deny it, and he didn't nod.

But that's true.

If she had seen a different kind of Lonely Yao when she woke up, she wouldn't have liked him.

However, it has been ten years since then.

In the past ten years, the people who have been with her have always been Lonely.

Bei Ting didn't say anything more, he looked at the sky, and said softly: "Dusk is out, if you don't go back, he should be in a hurry." ”

"Xiaobei ......" He Lan wanted to speak and stopped.

Bei Ting shook his head, signaling that she didn't need to say anything, he understood.

I really understand everything.

I just can't accept this result.

"Calm down." He said, "In my previous life, I held back my feelings for six years, just for fear of bringing you trouble, in this life, I have been looking hard for ten years and have never given up, I don't care about waiting more, waiting for you to really think clearly, waiting for you to give me an explanation." ”

Yes, he gave her a life.

She used the feelings that originally belonged to him to love another man.

Bei Ting said in his heart that it was false not to be sad, but he would never persecute He Lan, never.

Even at the last moment of his previous life, he was following her to die.

His love spans past and present lives, and is no less than a star and a half than Lonely Yao.

Seeing her leave, the light in Beiting's eyes was very bright, and it was also soft and pure.

But the taste in my heart is so bitter.

It was so bitter that his eyes were sour.

~

When Helan returned all the way back to the palace, he didn't notice that she was followed by a person.

Lonely Yao has been following her since she came out of the attic of her past life and this life, not following, but following in a bright and bright way, but He Lan didn't notice it at all.

Night.

He came over with dinner as usual.

He Lan was losing his mind, and after smelling the fragrance, he came back to his senses, and there was a trace of weakness in his heart when he saw Lonely Yao.

But Lonely Yao still didn't ask anything, cooked for her as usual, ate with her, and never mentioned her thoughts.

This meal was like chewing wax, and Helan was absent-minded because he had something on his mind.

It wasn't until after eating that Liang Zhi Fuzhu took the things down.

Lonely Yao walked to He Lan's desk, picked up the brush, spread out the rice paper, and seemed to write a line of words at random.

After it was completely dark, when I looked up again, Helan was already asleep.

Silence put down the brush, walked over and tucked the quilt for her, then bent down and gave her a soft kiss on the corner of her lips.

Later, he was gone.

~

Following.

He Lan woke up very early, and she didn't sleep well this night, it seemed that she had long been accustomed to the company of Lonely Yao, used to his body temperature, the smell of his body, and his reassuring embrace.

Rubbing his neck, he walked to the window and opened the window, and caught a glimpse of a piece of rice paper on the table.

Helan walked over and tilted his head to look.

At this glance, she froze all over.

It was Lin Yao's handwriting, a line of words that were not big or small.

Give me glory, and give me white silk; To love you is to commit suicide; It's also self-help.