Qianqiong entered the hall with his hands in his hands, walked in front of him in a few steps, and looked down at him.

"Your body can't hold it anymore. ”

"I know. ”

Wen Ruchu said lightly, and relieved his physical discomfort.

Slowly raised his head and glanced in the direction of the entrance of the hall.

In his eyes, there was expectation.

Qian Cangqiong's eyes stared sharply at his haggard and handsome face, and the slender man behind him tightened his hand, with anger on his face: "Just to see her, you have to wait until now?"

This melancholy beautiful man in front of him.

The medicine of fighting poison with poison is no longer useful to him.

He should have taken his breath this morning......

But for some reason.

He miraculously survived.

Thinking about it, he was holding on to his last breath, wanting to see that woman.

Qian Cangqiong still knows him very well.

But the melancholy beautiful man in front of him, he was too tired.

Today is the extreme period of his life.

His body didn't allow him to hold on any longer.

As soon as you close your eyes, you can fall asleep.

As long as he falls asleep, he will be free.

As soon as he closes his eyes, he can get rid of all the pain.

As long as he closes his eyes, everything in this world has nothing to do with him.

......

"She's coming, isn't she. Wen Ruchu hooked her lips and chuckled.

He smiled beautifully.

There was a smile between his eyebrows.

Just looking at him like this makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Look, he is still the high-spirited and graceful beautiful boy he used to be.

He is still the same young man who broke his game after game, and said to him with a smile, "Senior, I have conceded".

But.

Just think that his life is coming to an end......

Qiancang stretched his old face, twisted his eyebrows like twisted flowers, stared at him for a few seconds, turned his back, and said abruptly: "Yes, she will definitely come." ”

-

Today's weather is exceptionally clear.

The warm breeze is intoxicating.

Ye Lanxi, under the leadership of Uncle Wang, the housekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion, entered the City Lord's Mansion and entered Wen Ruchu's dormitory.

Inside the main hall.

The young man in white, who was sitting in front of the window with his back to her, his back inexplicably gave her a very familiar feeling.

"City Lord?"

She tried to call him, frowning slightly, her eyes pursed into the meaning of the eyes, locked tightly on him.

Inexplicably.

She felt as if she knew him.

Was it her delusion......

The moment he turned around, she finally had a chance to see his face.

His skin was as white as fine porcelain jade, his facial lines were smooth, his facial features were handsome, and his narrow and charming gray-brown eyes were glowing with a cold chill, but they were faintly melancholy.

is obviously a "sick seedling".

But because of his ascetic and cold face, calm expression, and deep and calm eyes, he well concealed the sickness on his face, so that people could not get a glimpse of the sickness on his face at all.

No matter how you look at it, it's all a melancholy and beautiful man with a personable demeanor.

......

After seeing his face clearly, Ye Lan shook his head without a trace.

Wu Zizi made a definition in his heart: I don't know, I haven't seen it.

That familiar feeling just now was just an illusion on her part.

Well, yes, delusion.

She didn't know him.

"Do you know what you need to do to serve the lord of this city, serve the lord of this city well, and the lord of this city will be rewarded. ”

Wen Ruchu looked at her with a gentle smile.

I haven't seen it for more than ten years.

She's still so pretty.

It's just that in the eyes she looked at him, there was only strangeness and coldness that couldn't be hidden.

She had been badly injured in the head, and she had no memory of the past.

She doesn't remember.

She doesn't remember anything.

Still, that's fine.

At least.

She will not be saddened by his death.

When hell freezes over.

-

Today's medicine is the sweetest medicine he has ever drunk in the past thirteen years.

Because there is a taste of her.

She is his subconscious obsession.

Today's sleep is the most stable and solid sleep he has slept in the past 13 years.

Because it's her heartbeat in my ears.

This is the only voice he has in this earthly world.

......

"If I fall asleep, you must remember to wake me up. ”

"Well, good. ”

- "The Princess's Allure" is over.