Mulan looked at Qiu Yu, her whole body was cold. He opened his mouth to explain, but his voice was choked. How can he forgive me if I hurt him like this?
Qiu Yu seemed to glance at me, but didn't seem to. I heard his cool voice coming weakly through the suppressed air in the lobby: "Alan, let's go. You are not Xinyi after all."
Something cold crossed my cheek, and the sound of "ta" seemed so abrupt in the silence. A tear fell on the fairy rope that bound his hands.