He wanted to ask her, how could she be so heartless.
She said she was not worthy, but obviously, she was saying that he was not worthy.
The other is the love of her heart, what about him, what is he
Is it because she thinks the same as that person, thinking that he is an impurity that is not on the stage, an existence that should be discarded, stripped and destroyed.
Does she even know.
The impurity that person has been peeling off is actually loving her, loving her, and loving her.
He loves her more than that man.
Every breath he takes, every heartbeat, every moment of existence is because of loving her.
All he has is to love her.
But that person regarded "loving her" as an impurity.
That person just wants to strip these impurities away and destroy them.
It's like getting rid of trash.
That person is truly unworthy.
But how could she be like this.
Why did he choose such a person even now
He talked so much that he couldn't say a word.
Just looking at her eyes, black air gradually grew.
Yan Ge slowly straightened up, raised his head, and looked at him.
His black air, which was about to growl, met her dewy gaze, and slowly suppressed it again.
He chuckled: "What's the use of being sorry, what's the use of kowtowing, do you think I will care about these?"
He clenched his fingers tightly, and the words he hadn't said yet were: Even if she wanted to leave, he would never let her leave this small world.
This small world is their home, the home of their family of three, and he will never let her go half a step away.
Even if she dies, she can only die in this place!
She didn't respond, so he asked again: "He's so dead that he can't die anymore, how do you plan to find him? And you and this chaotic little world have already merged, can you leave this little world?"
He intends to hold back and find out what she thinks first.
"I'm not going to find him."
Yan Ge lowered his eyes and said softly: "But if this goes on, I will feel very uncomfortable."
Her long eyelashes flapped like a fragile butterfly.
Gouzi stepped forward, wanting to hold her in his arms.
Yange's figure avoided it in the next moment.
He stopped immediately: "help me comb my hair."
He turned around and walked towards one side of the bedroom.
The bedroom belonging to the two of them was arranged by him himself.
The dressing table is bright green, and the edge of the mirror is decorated with leaves.
He always thought that she would like it.
Every day when he was awake, he would look at the dressing table, imagining the charming appearance of her sitting there with her long hair reaching her waist and smiling back at him while combing her hair.
He walked slowly, but didn't look back.
He had a gentle expression on his face, but the blackness in his eyes lingered, and even the corners of his lips gradually stiffened into a line.
Yange hesitated for a moment.
Now that it's decided.
She didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.
It is best for him to cut the mess quickly.
But at this moment, looking at his back slowly moving forward.
In the end, she couldn't get her rejection out of her mouth.
I had to follow up silently.
Sitting in front of the dressing table, Gou Zi handed her the jasper comb, and then looked at her in the mirror: "I made this dressing table for you with my own hands, and I also polished this comb bit by bit by myself."
Yan Ge took the jasper comb, lowered his eyes, and said nothing.
He used to be bald, but now he has shoulder-length black hair and fine hair.
Yan Ge was gentle and gentle, and combed his hair slowly.
Although his hair is of good quality, it is knotted and difficult to comb.
Gouzi stared at her gentle eyebrows and eyes when she lowered her head, he squeezed his fingers tightly, but his voice was soft: "How am I not as good as him?"
(end of this chapter)