Ye Qingluo retracted her hand.
Chu Wuxin gripped it even tighter.
Those slender fingers gently covered the circle of cherry blossom patterns.
That pair of icy eyes unexpectedly appeared at this moment.
Like a holy lotus melting on a snow mountain.
Also mixed with a little tenderness.
gentle…
These two words really have nothing to do with Chu Wuxin.
But at this moment, it actually appeared on Chu Wuxin's face.
For this...
Ye Qingluo has only one feeling—
It's so scary, isn't it!
Chu Wuxin's eyes didn't seem to be looking at an artifact.
Instead, looking at a... something that has been in memory for a long time.
So affectionate.
Before Ye Qing fell into his mind, he was thinking about how to deal with Chu Wuxin.
Then he saw those eyes full of tenderness looking at her.
"It really is you...it's you..." A smile appeared on Chu Wuxin's face, and she looked at her fixedly, "Who else is this birthmark besides you?"
birthmark
Ye Qingluo glanced at the cherry pattern on the Cangshui bracelet.
Chu Wuxin put this...
As her birthmark
What did he mean by this question
This is clearly a trace of the Cangshui Bracelet's transformation.
In this world, she should be the only one with this kind of cherry blossom pattern, right
In this era, cherry blossoms seem to be extremely rare flowers.
Many more have never even seen it.
And the meaning of Chu Wuxin's words obviously meant that the cherry blossom pattern he had seen was not deliberately painted by the woman Aimi, but a birthmark printed on the skin.
That is to say...
Did Chu Wuxin admit the wrong person
Is she really... the person Chu Wuxin is looking for
But why doesn't she have any memory of Chu Wuxin in her memory
"You are mine." The smile on Chu Wuxin's face gradually became paranoid.
He muttered to himself, holding Ye Qingluo tightly in his arms.
Several investigations, several trials.
Finally, it was confirmed that Ye Qingluo was the girl he knew back then.
At this moment, after seeing the unique birthmark on Ye Qingluo's wrist.
He was more certain.
She was indeed the Ye Qingluo he was looking for.
That Ye Qingluo who he promised to marry her as his wife.
Ye Qingluo was aching all over from being hugged by him, struggling desperately, and using profound energy to attack, but couldn't break free from Chu Wuxin who seemed to be trapped in a demon.
Listening to Chu Wuxin repeating the words "you are mine" over and over again.
Ye Qingluo shivered for no reason.
Always felt…
Chu Wuxin like this made her palpitate inexplicably.
"Let go of me! Chu Wuxin!"
In return for her struggle, Chu Wuxin hugged her even more obsessively: "Ye Qingluo, I'm here to keep my promise. After we leave here, we will get married!"
marriage
Ye Qingluo was completely stunned: "Chu Wuxin, are you sick? Who wants to marry you! Let me go!"
With his free hand, he immediately released the Flame Devouring Fan.
She unfolded the Flame Devouring Fan, and two silver threads shot out from the Flame Devouring Fan, sinking straight into Chu Wuxin's shoulder.
"Let go!"
She sternly warned.
However, Chu Wuxin just snorted, but didn't intend to let go of Ye Qingluo at all.
He hugged very tightly.
It was so tight that Ye Qingluo couldn't move in a wide range.
Under the imprint of the flames, Ye Qing's charming eyes shone with traces of fire.
Looking at Chu Wuxin who still didn't intend to let go.
She gritted her teeth and urged the silver thread of the Flame Devouring Fan to sink deeper into Chu Wuxin's body.
She even smelled a strong smell of blood, filling her nostrils.