"You probably also found out about Mo Lishang's problem, otherwise you wouldn't leave him alone."
Feng Lichen's eyes fell on Bai Yan's body, his voice was indifferent as usual, and it was difficult to hear the other emotions it contained.
"This is my business, and it has nothing to do with you."
Bai Yan took back all her thoughts and looked up at Feng Lichen. Her tone was indifferent and her face was calm.
It was as if the person standing in front of her was just an unimportant stranger.
Feng Lichen smiled bitterly and said, "Yan'er, we don't even have the qualifications to be friends now?"
"If I didn't remember anything, maybe... I wouldn't," Bai Yan's black eyes contained a cold glow, "Feng Lichen, that reincarnation-like nightmare made me forget everything that happened a thousand years ago. Remember, although I don't hate you, how do you want me to forgive you?"
How do you make me forgive you
Feng Lichen's heart only felt that the knife had been scratched, and he couldn't help frowning in pain.
Just as he was about to continue to say something, Bai Yan had already turned around slowly, turning her back to the man behind her.
"I have nothing to say to you, and I don't want you to continue to appear in my life, Feng Lichen, let's go. From now on, I don't want to see you again."
After those words fell, Bai Yan's figure was already chasing in the direction where Liu Chenshuang left.
A light wind blows, and the willow leaves are depressed.
The man stood under the tree, and the colorful leaves fell on his shoulders. He was like this withered leaf, lonely and desolate.
His eyes followed the back of Bai Yan's departure, and he couldn't take it back for a long time, until the woman's red dress disappeared from his eyes, and he still stood upright under the tree, as if the whole world was nothing but left. Down the back of the leaving...
Such a man is quite distressing.
…
The valley is long.
The white clouds are like fog and there is little smoke, like a fairyland on earth.
The man's body was sitting against the tree, his hands were tightly holding his heart, his brows were wrinkled, and there was a pain in his phoenix eyes.
His face was a little pale, and the cold sweat fell from the beautiful face, and slid lightly over the white collarbone, which had a rather seductive taste.
It's just that his heart hurts badly. As long as he doesn't think about the person in his heart, his heart will sting in waves, but if he tries hard to remember, his brain seems to burst open.
Such a feeling is unbearable.
"Are you OK?"
A delicate voice came from in front of the man, he frowned slightly, and raised his head to look at the girl standing in front of him.
Mo Xinyan's heart was filled with joy, and there was light in her pretty eyes.
She also inadvertently heard someone tell her master that this man had appeared in the Tian Valley. For this reason, she secretly ran over after the master left, hoping to find his whereabouts before the master found him.
Unexpectedly, they turned out to be so destined. She found him not long after she came...
"Look, you have forgotten everything, only remember one Yan'er, but I am also called Yan'er, and... so many people were looking for you, but they didn't find you, and I only came here not long ago, I found your whereabouts, do you think we are fate?"
Mo Xinyan smiled, her brows and eyes were full of the tenderness of a young girl.
"roll!"