Time is ruthless, and the snow on the east Hu hastily melted, and the green grass in the south of the Yangtze River is shady. Whoever calls for gentleness and peace, and whose eyes are cold and indifferent.
It turns out that you can really see many before you die.
She was not Hongxian, and she could not be taken care of at first sight by his side. Even if she was about to die, she would not see the figure appear. She was heartless and indifferent. From the beginning, he was like this. When she first met at the Yun Family Hospital, she spoke with cowardice.
"I want to see him..." Who was the person next to her who helped her to maintain her internal strength several times? Yun Yi's face moved her dry lips and teeth, and she couldn't see anything in front of her.
"Miss Yun, the Pavilion Master... the Pavilion Master is busy."
The dismal smile was squeezed out stiffly.
He was busy, busy, despicable excuses.
Why do you have to deceive a dying person like this? How could she not know that Wei Moyan must be beside Hongxian at this moment, feeling affectionate and heartache for her.
And she could only go to the underworld alone.
Before death, people always feel extremely excited. The old people call it a retrospective look. Yun Yirong feels that this is probably what he is. The torso and limbs, which have already lost consciousness, have a sense of motivation, as if all the pain has disappeared.
.How could such a serious injury be cured? Time is short, and she is unwilling to spend her last life in the arms of others. She barely stood up and staggered towards the room where the voices came.
"cloud--"
"Jiuhe," the ghost broke the reckless man who reached out to stop Yunyi's face, watching the weak figure who stood up and moved to the inner part by relying on obsession, "Let her go, this is her last chance to atone for sins."
"Young Master..." Outside the heavy gauze curtain, there was a slightly hoarse and weak voice full of expectations.
Wei Moyan did not answer, and still gently wiped away the bloody marks on Xia Qingluan's body. He just wanted to stay by her side without being disturbed by anyone, especially the damn woman who caused her to end up in the current situation.
The woman outside the house also knew the hatred in his heart, and her obsession and love for him was like he loved her. She couldn't explain who had fulfilled and destroyed whom. The only thing she was sure of was that she still couldn't let go of her aloofness and coldness.
, I can't let go of his words and deeds, and I can't take a look at him for a lifetime.
"It was me who colluded with Lord Lu to force Hongxian to escape from the water prison; it was also the poison I used to give Xiao Bai to force her to ask for help from Wanqi Haoyue; the conflict between Xueqian soup made Sister Zixiu's swelling worse, to stop your marriage, and to lead her to go privately
Kunyu Mountain is also the complete set I set, everything is done by clothes and shelter." With a desolate smile, the woman in messy clothes leaned against the wall and slid down little by little until she sat in the corner, and the tears in her eyes were also clear.
Then it drips. When a person is about to die, his words are good. She doesn't want to leave with many deceptions and concealment. Whether he forgives or continues to hate, at least she won't be in such pain again.
"I'm jealous that she can get the love of the young master, join hands with each other, never get tired of seeing each other, but I've tried everything but got nothing. My love for the young master has never lost to Hongxian." Tears fell three thousand times, Hongyan,
Haggard, life and love gradually turned pale. The eyes began to blur again, and the voice became smaller and smaller: "I harmed my husband, my sister Zixiu, my master Shen and Hongxian. After death, my clothes will definitely be ten.
Eighth level hell, right? But Yi Rong never regrets... Young Master... can die under your hands, or die for you... Yi Rong is satisfied... Young Master... I like you..."
She spent most of her life being a carefree and ordinary girl in the clinic. She was crazy about love in the last few years of her life. She was jealous and ruined many lives for this. She deceived and deceived her to love him the most.
She was so cruel that she was crazy until the end she was willing to sacrifice everything for her love. With despair and guilt, she resolutely chose to go to that person and become his shield, blocking the entanglement of grudges that had been tangled for decades.
Hit, though, he didn't need it at all.
After half a lifetime of sin, the illegitimate demon can finally disperse all the love and hatred in the air, and let the dream be peaceful.
The white clouds and the world is long, and in a trance, time seems to return to the quiet and elegant Yun Family Hospital. A quiet woman in the bright room, standing beside her head with her head down, her eyes secretly gaze at the silent and gentle man beside the bed.
Two crimson clouds quietly spread on their cheeks.
"Your name is Yun Yirong?"
"Don't worry about the rules or irregularities, if she is a little bit off, everyone in the clinic will be buried with her."
"Thank you Miss Yun."
At that time, she called him Young Master, and he called him Miss Yun, not the relationship between the Pavilion Master and his subordinates.
At that time, he was intoxicated by someone, and she was very happy and fell in love.
Such a quiet time with a quiet cloud and a light wind and no dust are so clean that even memories are not daring, for fear of breaking into pieces and slipping away from your fingers.
When she married Cheng Xiaobai, she still had Wei Moyan in her heart. However, the innocent and innocent young man ignored her, as if he had only the infatuation with her in his eyes, and put all his love on her.
When Cheng Xiaobai's body appeared quietly in front of him, Yun Yi looked as if he had lost something important. It turned out that countless days and nights were rotating, and the stars were removed. The gentle man who liked to laugh and dispel the haze had already penetrated into her heart, as if he had no
The care that is not present is generally considered.
Her heart eventually split into two halves, one half still caring about the cold and arrogant man in the high loft, while the other half was buried in the vast mountains with the gentlest smile in the world.
Miss Yun, do you believe in love at first sight?
Miss Yun, I am a useless person, but if someone dares to hurt you, I will definitely block all the harm for you without hesitation.
because I love you.
So many things he said, why did he remember it until now? Xiao Bai, the person who treats her the best in the world, regards her as the only person, dies because of her and takes away her last light.
Young Master, do you believe in love at first sight?
Yi Rong believes that he still believes that he is still in this day, but love at first sight is often wishful thinking.
You are the flowing water and I am the falling flowers. I have been in love and hate for years and I have been in vain.
Young Master, Yi Ying likes you.
Young Master, I regretted my clothes...
"Miss Yun, you're crying." Whose voice sounded softly in his ears, and whose fingers lingered gently.
Xiao Bai...is it you? You are here to pick me up?
The hazy thing in front of me was dissipating, and the sun was bright, as if his smile was clear, still clear and handsome, unparalleled in the world.
Young Master Wuchen is always pure and pure, so transparent that even she can't bear to hurt her, but she still dies in her own hands.
"My husband... do you hate me? Do you... Sure enough, you will never blame your clothes..."
The whispers scattered, the smile condensed, and I fell asleep peacefully.
The room was silent for a moment.
After a long time, the ghost shadow silently bent down and picked up the breathless woman. After planning for half her life, she must be tired. Whether the people in the room would forgive her should have a result in her heart.
Behind the filth, no one saw that she was once helpless and desolate.
It's not evil, it's not bad, it's just a woman who becomes foolish for love and becomes a demon.
"Take her back to Lanling." After the revealing, the indifferent man suddenly spoke, his tone was hatred or forgiveness, and he could not figure it out, "Qingluan... I must hope that she will be buried with Mr. Wuchen."
Clouds think of clothes and flowers think of face, the time is clear and the tears are empty, greed, anger, ignorance, who are you with?