"It's really not an exaggeration. The way she accidentally raised her lips and smiled, several men were immediately stunned." Ye Yan thought for a moment and said, "I don't know where this woman came from, but she can Such a cold winter attracts so many butterflies, which I have never seen before."
"If I have the chance, I would like to see this beautiful scenery." He sneered and closed his eyes, his eyes slightly red.
"There must be a chance!" Ye Yan said with thin lips: "The inn she is staying in now is the inn owned by my father. I heard Xiaoyue said that she was looking for someone, but I don't know who Wei Chen is. .”
When he said this, he inexplicably missed Xiaoyue. He always felt that this girl would annoy him if he kept appearing in front of her, but if she never appeared in front of her, he would feel inexplicably lonely. "
"No, let's talk after three days." Feng Qianche's cold eyes narrowed and her voice was as cold as water.
He really wanted to recall the scene seven years ago, and make himself feel heartbroken on this day when the anniversary of her death was approaching.
Probably only this kind of pain can make him deeply alert to himself. He lives now not for anything else but to be punished. of
Death is a kind of relief for him, but he cannot be relieved like this.
It was precisely because of his negligence that she died in the East Palace where she felt safest.
After his death, she learned from the widower that she could not struggle before her death because she had long been intoxicated by the incense called Huanye.
She couldn't even move, she could only watch herself die and die alive.
Therefore, if he wants to live, he must live. Every day, I recall what happened in the past with thoughts that are deep in my bones, so that I can live forever in self-blame and pain.
This is punishment. Death is salvation and liberation, definitely not punishment.
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At the same time, Faraway Inn.
Luo Qingchen sat in Xiaoyue's palace, listening to her crying intermittently while telling the story between her and Ye Yan.
It can be understood from Xiaoyue's words that they both dislike each other.
Of course, people like Luo Qingchen, who has such a high emotional intelligence, naturally know that this kind of displeasure is in quotation marks.
After all, she could clearly see admiration in Xiaoyue's eyes, not disgust.
"Actually, have you ever thought that maybe Ye Yan is waiting for you too?" Luo Qingchen handed the brocade handkerchief to her and said, "You are just waiting for the other to pierce the window paper."
"I don't believe it!" Xiaoyue said with a red nose from crying, "He just looks down on me!"
Ever since she was little, Ye Yan has always been a superior being. No matter in any aspect, he crushes her with absolute advantage.
Only today, she defeated him. But she felt even more uncomfortable in her heart, and tears fell down.
"If he looked down on you, how could he make a bet to marry you? If he looked down on you, how could he work so hard to win every time." Luo Qingchen sighed lightly and looked at the little girl as an experienced person. Yue Yu said seriously: "He is a smart man and will not do things that waste time."
Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, as if a big stone had been added to her heart, she pursed her lips and said, "Really?"
"He's probably still a little angry with you." Luo Qingchen thought for a moment and said, "Because you always introduce girls to him, but actually I can see that he doesn't need them." (To be continued)