"Who are you talking about?"
Ji Qinglin looked at Fu Yue with complicated eyes, as if there was some kind of resentment, and it seemed to be a kind of helplessness that could not laugh or cry.
"Qi Chen? You mean Qi Chen?"
How can it be…
The man lowered his eyelashes to hide the complicated light flashing in his eyes.
Obviously, he has already decided to give up Qi Chen's identity, and use Ji Qinglin's identity to live with her.
Why, why are you doing this to him all of a sudden
He, no, believe, believe.
Fu Yue nodded, "That's right."
Ji Qinglin put down the pen in his hand, the pen broke in his palm, and the snow-white palm was also stained with ink, looking at the wedding invitation in front of him that was already stained with ink, Ji Qinglin threw it away, and said with a faint smile.
"I don't believe that Qi Chen destroyed your martial arts, how could you fall in love with him."
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows: "But he also gave me a elixir made from unicorn fruit, which cured my dantian."
When saying this, Fu Yue picked up a pen on the table, raised his sleeve, and flicked it on the pillar not far away.
penetrating.
It's just a pen, but it has such great power, which already shows how domineering and powerful Fu Yue's inner strength is.
"Ji Qinglin, you're so smart, you can't fail to see that my martial arts have recovered? Why do you pretend you don't know anything?"
Ji Qinglin was sitting behind the desk, Fu Yue stood in front of the desk, leaned his arms on the desk, leaned down slightly, looked into his eyes, and threatened with a smile: "Let me go, or I will be with you." You turned your face, you locked me up for so many days, my patience has been exhausted by you."
Ji Qinglin looked at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled very lightly.
"The girl is really heartless."
"You have no heart."
The swordsman in red spoke softly, his tone was indifferent, as if he was just stating a fact.
Fu Yue stepped back, and she stood up straight.
"Someone said that I have no heart before. Ji Qinglin, I belong to the Jianghu, I don't want to get married, and I don't want to be bound in this small world. Your lover will not be me."
The air is still.
It started to rain lightly outside, and the dull sound of the raindrops hitting the leaves added a bit of irritability to the atmosphere of early autumn.
"I'll let you go."
Ji Qinglin didn't know how he said these words.
"Girl, you have to think about it. If you leave now... you won't be my girl anymore."
The light in the red-clothed swordsman's clear eyes gradually extinguished. He was obviously smiling, but there was an indescribable sadness, as if he had given up something that was extremely important to him and was stripped from his flesh and blood.
Fu Yue was slightly taken aback.
She had an intuition that something bad was about to happen, but she couldn't tell.
"goodbye."
Fu Yue didn't say much, she turned around and gradually took a step.
leave.
The moment Fu Yue chose to turn around and leave, Ji Qinglin also closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to look directly at this heartbreaking scene.
The man's curled eyelashes trembled, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. It ran down the tall and straight bridge of the nose, and he immediately raised his hand to wipe away a very beautiful arc.
…
Fu Yue sat on the roof of a family's house, her legs dangling, and a jug of wine was placed beside her.
The moon above the head is very big and round.
Fu Yue was looking at the moon, holding a jug in one hand, taking a sip of wine occasionally.
Looks mournful.