Xiao Jue stood under the tall camphor tree. The shadows of the trees were swaying and the moonlight was like water. His figure looked doubly vicissitudes in the loneliness.
His handsome and charming face was tense, cold and confused.
Looking up, the bright moon in the sky was so clear and bright, with its faint brilliance reflecting the bright traces. He seemed to see a girl in green clothes, rolling up her sleeves and dancing lightly, accompanied by bursts of floral fragrance, as elegant as a fairy.
Yao'er, how are you doing there? Xiao Jue's eyes suddenly became extremely tender, and the usual coldness turned into a river of spring water, so tender that it made people's hearts tremble.
I'm having a bad life, how about you? Xiao Jue asked silently, a touch of sadness welling up in his heart. When he first met Liu Xueyao, it was the season when the peach blossoms were blooming, and she conquered him with his eyes wide open with her music in the peach blossom forest.
, her innocence and her kindness made him increasingly immersed in the tenderness she weaved, unable to extricate himself.
He was promised a life, but unfortunately, the beautiful woman died young and passed away, but he stayed alone in the world, relying on hatred and longing to spend every day.
Now, I am confused...
Does he really hate Fang Liusu? From the beginning, no matter how he tried to escape, he could not escape that elegant face, which seemed to have magic power and always made him feel heartbroken.
Mingyueli's face seems to have changed...
The beautiful and innocent face turned into a delicate and elegant face. The man had a back similar to Liu Xueyao and a pair of penetrating eyes. When she looked at him, he always felt that his soul had nowhere to escape...
My heart, inch by inch, becomes confused!
After all, what happened to him?
Xiao Jue looked at the face whose heart was deepening day by day. It was cold and elegant, with indifferent eyebrows, as if all the beautiful treasures in the world were presented to her, but she was indifferent.
Suddenly, I closed my eyes in pain!
He can't miss her, he can't think of her, he can't think of her again, he can't be sorry to Yao'er, never!
The sound of the wheelchair sliding on the ground was very clear in the cold night. Xiao Jue suddenly came back to his senses and turned his head to look, only to see a thick and honest middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair. Sitting on the wheelchair was a charming figure.
An outstanding and peerless young master, he was born to be the most beautiful man in the world. He is extraordinarily handsome. He has a pair of dark jade-like eyes that are indifferent, deep and sharp. His snow-covered clothes cannot conceal the overflowing dignity, but instead make him look even more noble and flawless. The look between his eyebrows is
A little cinnabar seems to have gathered all the prosperity in the world, and it is so bright and vivid.
If Xiao Jue is like an unsheathed ancient sword, then Feng Nanjin is like a sleeve of flowing clouds blowing across the lake.
Xiao Jue narrowed his eyes. Feng Nanjin waved his hand and Uncle Han stopped. He turned his eyes slightly and looked at Xiao Jue under the camphor tree. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, which soon fell into the cold eyes.
. Those clean and striking eyes are gentle, but so sharp. They said nothing in just one encounter, but they seemed to have said a thousand words.
His face was as quiet as water, and his noble and flawless temperament became more and more dusty in the night. His voice was as gentle as the wind, and he nodded slightly and said: "Uncle Han, let's go!"
"Yes, Young Master!" Uncle Han pushed him and slowly passed Xiao Jue!
Xiao Jue Leng watched his figure disappear into the night, wondering in his heart, who is he? Looking at the look in his eyes just now, there was a very strange feeling, but there was something indescribable. He clearly saw his lips pursed, and his expression was momentarily sarcastic.