When Nanrong Huaian said this, his voice was so hoarse that he could not speak, and his tone was vibrating.
At this time, no one knew how much pain he had to suppress before he could make a sound.
His eyes were red, as if they were about to bleed and cry.
Nanrong Huai'an's eyes were wet, and his throat was rolling with a choking tone.
His Sophie, the person he loved, he wished he could just hold her like this, forever.
Look at it like this, keep looking at it.
After merging his memories and knowing those memories of the demon era, he rushed over immediately.
He didn't care about anything, he just wanted to see Sophie.
At that moment, he just wanted to see her.
After seeing her, I wished I could integrate her into my flesh and blood.
Even a kiss wasn't enough, he wanted to use a more intense and profound way to prove his love.
to express his love.
And he also has deep insecurities in his heart, and he just wants to feel the true love in the most primitive way.
He wanted to truly feel that Feng Sufei also loved him and had not left him.
Nanrong Huai'an also knew that he loved Feng Sufei too deeply this time.
But he couldn't control his inner feelings.
All the memories came flooding back and he was in so much pain and so scared.
If he hadn't known that Sophie's soul was still alive in this world, he might have actually killed himself.
The reason why the demon bones were removed in the first place was to enter reincarnation and find his Su Fei.
It was also to treat Sophie well.
But in this life, he almost failed and hurt Sophie.
When he thought of those past events, Nanrong Huai'an wished he could stab himself.
Nanrong Huai'an had to use a lot of self-control to control his emotions and restrain himself from crying.
It is said that men don't shed tears easily because they haven't reached the point of sadness.
He always thought that he was a calm person, but only he knew that when he met Sophie, all his emotions were moved by her.
Nan Rong Huaian was trembling all over. After a long while, he took a deep breath, then gently picked up Feng Sufei, went to the bathroom, and gently cleaned her.
Nanrong Huaian's movements were very light, as if he were treating a treasure.
When cleaning Feng Sufei, Nanrong Huai'an couldn't help but gently kissed Feng Sufei's eyebrows and her skin.
After scrubbing Feng Sufei clean, Nanrong Huai'an sighed with satisfaction and hugged her to bed again.
When Nanrong Huai'an held Feng Sufei in his arms, he always had a domineering posture, almost as if he was encircling Feng Sufei.
Nanrong Huai'an was holding Feng Sufei in her arms at this time, feeling better.
But he couldn't bear to close his eyes. He looked at Feng Sufei seriously, as if he couldn't get enough of her.
Feng Sufei was really tired and slept heavily.
As she fell asleep, she entered a fog.
She faintly heard a sound in front of her, and then she followed the light and walked through the mist. She came to a world where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant.
There are many people here, all dressed in ancient costumes.
She seemed to hear someone shouting in her ear, "Sophie, Sophie..."
Listening to the sound, she couldn't help but keep walking forward, and then she saw a wooden house under the valley. There were trees and grass in front of the wooden house, and a small river. The scenery was beautiful.
Then, she saw a woman who looked similar to her, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing an orange shirt and walking out with a basket on her arm.
The woman walked not far and saw an unconscious man on the lower bank of the river.