Finally, when she was awake, she uttered the words that made his bedroom uncomfortable these days.
His fall was finally able to clearly stop to the apology in his heart.
Su Luo stared blankly at Nangong Liuyun.
The image of that day came to mind.
Nangong Liuyun turned and walked away, his back was decisive, and there was no room for him to turn around.
Torrential rain, thin figure, crying in despair...
Su Luo pondered for a while, slender jade-like hands caressing his hair, and his voice was soft: "I also had bad things that day, it's not all your fault."
"No, it's my fault." Nangong Liuyun raised his eyes. He was originally indifferent and alienated, but now he was tender and touching.
Su Luo smiled wryly and shook his head: "Nangong, it's my fault. If I hadn't hesitated and hesitated that day, I wouldn't have misunderstood you."
"Luoluo—" Nangong Liuyun's voice was warm and low, and his well-jointed hand tightly held Su Luo's hand, and the two lonely hearts were tightly intertwined, becoming one.
"I'm so sorry." Nangong Liuyun sat on the edge of the bed, hugged Su Luo into his arms, resting his chin on her head, speaking slowly.
"If I could have been more patient and restrained that day, you wouldn't either..."
When he remembered that Su Luo had been injured like that by the old witch Yanxia, Nangong Liuyun's face as fine as Meici suddenly burst into blue veins, fierce and violent.
"Master has killed the old witch Yanxia." Su Luo smiled lightly, with a bright smile.
"I didn't kill it myself." Nangong Liuyun was not without regrets.
Su Luo looked at Nangong Liuyun, who was dressed in a brocade robe and had a graceful demeanor, bringing elegance and nobility to the extreme, and smiled: "It's okay, she's already dead anyway."
"However, Ouyang Yunqi isn't dead yet!" Nangong Liuyun clenched his fist slightly.
At this time, his eyes were deep and cold, like a biting cold light, and his face was full of domineering and domineering.
Su Luo's heart twitched slightly.
It can be seen that this arrogant, noble and king-like man in front of him really misses Shangyun.
Although he didn't ask, it didn't mean he didn't want to know.
He was so angry that day, which shows how much he cares in his heart. It's just that he can't afford to be seriously injured now, so he deliberately suppressed it, right
Master once said that Yunqi has entered the devil's way. Now, even the master cannot find his whereabouts.
But one day, Yunqi will definitely return the king, and then...
Su Luo took a deep breath, took Nangong Liuyun's hand, and stared at him quietly: "Do you believe me?"
Nangong Liuyun nodded without hesitation: "Trust."
No matter what Luoluo said, he believed it all.
No matter what Luoluo wants, as long as he has it.
This was the oath that Nangong Liuyun made to himself when he saw Su Luo on the verge of death last time.
Su Luo looked at Nangong Liuyun in front of him.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and in the faint afterglow of the setting sun, his whole person looked sinister, feminine, and dazzling.
Such a perfect man, but now she has the possibility of losing him...
Su Luo pursed her red lips and finally made up her mind: "Then, it's time to tell you what happened in the past."
Rather than being stabbed by Yunqi in the future, it's better to tell everything about it now. If Nangong Liuyun can't accept it at that time... Well, it's better to have short-term pain than long-term pain.
Seeing Su Luo's dignified expression, Nangong Liuyun hesitated instead: "If it's difficult..."
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