Yi Jian tilted his head and looked at her. His tone was still the same, but with a strong affection: "We will never be apart forever, the butterflies will linger for a long time, deep love has been praised throughout the ages, Yi Jian will always be in love with Miss Zhong..."
Inseparable for eternity, colorful butterflies lingering for a long time, deep love has been praised throughout the ages, Yi Jian will always be in love with Miss Zhong...
Deep love has been praised through the ages, Yi Jian will always fall in love with Miss Zhong...
Yi Jian, Yong Lian, Miss Zhong...
Yonglian, Miss Zhong......
Zhong Qing's eyes widened as she looked at Yi Jian's delicate and beautiful profile. She was so shocked that she froze there and never recovered.
She was completely unable to speak a word or make a sound.
She seemed to feel that her ears were experiencing an illusion. What should he write again? Why had the lyrics changed?
She would rather believe that she was hallucinating, and she would never believe that such words could come out of the mouth of a young marshal who was calm and calm as if the person singing just now was not him.
She once suspected that he liked her and was interested in her...but she never thought that one day, he would say such things.
Yi Jian didn't move for a long time, her calm and perfect profile face, left with incomparable brilliant colors under the interplay of light and shadow.
In the depths of his eyes, there was deep anticipation and deep affection.
Very deep...very deep, as if trying to suppress something, as if not daring to explode. Once it explodes, the consequences will be as terrifying as a ferocious beast.
Zhong Qing stared at Yi Jian blankly, looking at him intently, as if asking for confirmation whether he had just said those words.
His lips are thin and soft.
As if he knew she was looking at him, he moved slightly.
Several times, he seemed to want to make a sound, but he was nervous and failed to make a sound several times.
Inside this room, it was very quiet, almost eerie.
Zhong Qing's fingers were slightly clenched. She didn't dare to make a sound or breathe. Her face was red from holding back.
Yi Jian took a deep breath. He was nervous. From childhood to adulthood, after experiencing many illnesses, life and death, from childhood to adulthood, through many storms and storms, he remained as calm as ever. Everyone just assumed that he had no emotions.
Man, but at this moment, he was really nervous.
His fingers, holding her hand, were trembling slightly. He didn't ask anything or think about anything.
