Jun Yin knew that Huaxin asked him not to save her again this time, the wind and thunder faintly whistled between his eyebrows, and he smiled and responded a few times.

The heart is bitter.

The Forgotten Dust Palace, which had always been calm, suddenly had a strong wind, like the waves stirring in his heart.

He got off the stargazing platform with his painting in his arms, stood on the high cloud steps and looked down, the wind of hunting blowing the wide sleeves of Shuyi's robe.

Shuyi turned his head, and his bottomless eyes were embedded in that cold face, which was incompatible with the memory of Huaxin.

Shuyi was stunned for a moment, Jun Yin naturally put down the painting heart, and explained casually, "She is afraid of the silver leaf golden vine under the stargazing platform." ”

"Hmm. Shuyi replied vaguely, but his eyes were glued to the heart of the painting.

Huaxin was a little afraid to look at him, the affection in his eyes was so thick that it seemed to melt away as soon as the wind blew, making her feel uncontrollably uncomfortable when she looked at it.

If she could, she would rather have accepted the incident, the hurt and betrayal that came because of him, it was a fact.

Now, what should she do with him?

The painting heart asked himself in his heart, but he couldn't ask the answer.

She knew in her heart that Shuyi had never wanted to kill her, nor had she wanted to leave her, but she also knew in her heart that it was not him who saved her in Linxian Pavilion, and it was not him who saved her in Yaoling Village.

What she didn't know was that when she asked this question in her heart, her heart had already been tilted towards the light, and all the misunderstandings that were not the truth were just excuses she had found for her rebellion.

The painting twisted his white knuckles, and dragged the skirt down the high platform step by step.

After half a pillar of incense, she slowly walked down.

But he crossed Shuyi with an expressionless face and walked towards the outside of the Forgotten Dust Palace. Shuyi instinctively grabbed her hand as she passed by.

"Let go. The painting didn't look back and spoke coldly.

Shuyi clasped her wrist tightly, childlike stubbornness, "Don't let go." ”

Huaxin slowly turned sideways and reached out to brush his hand, but he took the opportunity to reach out between his fingers and intertwined with her ten fingers.

"What are you doing here?" she raised her eyes coldly.

"Xin'er, you still refuse to forgive this king?" his voice was low and hoarse, and it swirled low in her ear, and her heart softened when she heard it.

I have to admit that his gentle appearance is really irresistible.

However, she still broke his fingers one by one, brushed her sleeves and said: "Between you and me, we owe each other, I let go, you can also let go." ”

To put it mildly, it can be regarded as the ending she gave. From the time she came to the time she left, it seemed to be decided in a hurry.

At the moment when he was stunned, suddenly a cold blow broke between his fingers, and the cold wind passed through his fingers, and she had already broken free from his hand, turned around and stepped on the cloud steps.

She walked in such a hurry, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to get rid of him.

Shuyi didn't expect that under her soft skin and bones, such a cold and hard heart was wrapped,

He stood behind him, his sleeves hanging down again, his gentle smile froze at the corners of his lips, and his softened heart froze again.

Above the nine heavens, the long wind whistled by, and he looked at her back as she drifted away in the clouds that blew away, and slowly closed his eyes.

The blood-drenched scenes he saw in the dust viewing mirror came to his mind, remembering the injuries she had suffered because of him, he could only slowly retract and stretch out to take her hand, losing the courage to hold on.