Helan stood there for a long time, until the night was about to dawn.

She returned to the palace with heavy steps.

Fang Huayuan's house was still lit, and it was extinguished when she left.

Pushing the door open, it was not surprising that the man sat by the candlelight, his eyes half-squinted, his dark gaze locked on her, and he did not say a word.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

He Lan closed the door with his backhand, looked at him and said, "I'm going to find you." ”

He didn't seem surprised, "Really? ”

"Hmm."

He Lan walked to the soft couch and half-lay down, took out a cigarette from the drawer of the couch table, approached the candle flame and lit it, the smoke instantly came out of the corner of her mouth, blurred her eyes, and blocked her expression.

The woman's red lips are like fire, the black hair is scattered very casually, the skin is whiter by the red dress, the eyelashes are long as if they are fake, and the half-drooping eyes leave a faint shadow on her eyelids.

The slender and beautiful pair of paper sandwiched the cigarette, white mist and hazy.

The room was silent, and no one spoke a word.

He had only seen such a Helan once, that was when he found her smoking that year.

He couldn't deny that such Helan was very charming, there was an unpredictable feeling, if she was about to leave, her whole body was full of mystery, it seemed that she had many secrets, which made people feel terrible.

Lonely Yao's straight legs were casually placed, his fingertips were against the corners of his forehead, and there was no trace of time on his face when he was over thirty years old, he was still heroic and upright, noble and calm.

is still the husband and gentleman that the women of the Eastern Kingdom yearn for.

And such an excellent man has been entangled with this woman who has always deceived him for more than ten years, nearly twenty years.

From the hot and persistent pursuit at the beginning, to the glue-like paint later, to the separation between the two places, and now the relative silence.

During this period, there are so many things that I can't plan and summarize for a long time.

is always young and ignorant to exhaustion, just a change of four words, but mixed with too much love, hate and tears.

"Helan."

He Lan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he didn't answer, but waited for him to speak.

"That person's name is Beiting."

Helan's heart tugged for a moment, but he still didn't answer.

"Do you remember what you said when you fell off the wall and woke up with your first words?"

He asked calmly, without the slightest anger.

However, this calmness is even more worrying.

Herlan had forgotten.

But Silent Yao remembers.

He said: "When you opened your eyes and saw me, you shouted Xiaobei, was it?" ”

Lonely Yao's eyes are very light, and the deep seems to have no bottom.

Helan's hand holding the cigarette became harder and harder, as if it was about to pinch the cigarette off.

"You suddenly accepted me because of him? Because, do I look a little like him? ”

The same question comes from two people's mouths, but the feelings are very different.

Xiaobei asked this question, and Helan's first reaction was guilt.

But when she asked this question, her heart felt as if it had been torn apart, and it was accompanied by a wave of fear.

To be exact, it should be a weak heart.

"When you came to Dongguo, you wanted to kill me, but I still chose to understand you after I knew it, and I didn't hesitate to give up everything to send you away. Then you came back, and you said you loved me, and I struggled for a long time to believe it, but now, you tell me that all your feelings for me come from another person. ”

Lonely Yao raised his eyes and stretched out his hand to point to his face, his eyes were already cold, "Just because of this face, you accepted my feelings like charity, didn't you?" My nearly twenty years of love are all other people's funeral goods, right?! ”

When the words fell, Lin Yao suddenly grabbed the small scissors on the table, aimed them at his face, and slashed them fiercely!

The blood stains instantly crossed the right side of his face, hideous and terrifying!

He Lan was shocked: "Lonely! ”

Silence Yao casually dropped the scissors, his eyes were desolate: "If yes, I don't want this face." ”

Blood flowed down his cheeks to his neck and down to the collar of his robe, falling drop by drop.

He walked to the door of the room, and his voice was calm and cold: "Helan, let me go, just take it as a kindness......"