She had never seen him like this.
In the image, in the memory, he should have gentle eyebrows, open arms, and calling her softly.
Tong'er, Tong'er, Tong'er...
The sound is slow, the sound is rapid, the sound is full of tears of lovesickness, and the sound is full of ecstasy and pain.
Tong'er, Tong'er, Tong'er...
He is calling her, he is looking at her, he is missing her.
I hate you, I should hate you, but when I meet your eyes, I unconsciously agree with you...
Who are you? Who am I?
His mind was filled with chaos and confusion, except for his clear blue eyes, which were filled with warmth and tenderness, melting away all the ice.
But why? Why was this gentle and gentle silver-haired young man, why was this person who said he would protect her all her life, why was this person who once held her at the top of his heart, now he was facing her sword with cold eyebrows.
Luo Zitong, you are guilty, a heinous crime!
Crime? What's the crime? If loving him is a sin, relying on him is a sin, coveting his warmth is a sin, then...
So what's the point of letting her continue her crime and never recover?
But how could she be willing to teach him his mistakes and teach him such a superior person, because she became a sinner through the ages.
Then, let's follow our fate, "I love separation, I hope the monks will meet, let go and return to the west, nothing like this..."
Just listen, what kind of wind is it, what kind of waves tell you when the mountains have no edges and corners, what kind of waves whisper that the river water is drying up, and then you hear a person stepping on the clouds and gently falling off: "Even if the heaven and the earth cannot tolerate each other, how can I bear to fight with you."
"Wei Fengchen, I will only ask once, are you willing to marry me?"