Mo Yichen gently stretched out his hand and put the naughty hair behind Ye Luo's temples behind his ears, "You draw out the picture and I will help you do it. I am your husband, I will do it for you. This is my heart."
It’s the same thing.”
"Mo Yichen..." Ye Luo looked at Mo Yichen blankly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he didn't know where to start from a thousand words, and finally he condensed into three words and spoke softly.
Her eyes were crystal clear, and two lines of clear tears were shed. The pale, cold hands under her sleeves were tightly clenched, and her transparent nails were piercing into her flesh. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she was stubbornly holding back.
For more than ten years, she has never dared to touch this eternal wound in her heart, that memory of her past life. She knew it would hurt, but she dared not forget it until it came. She really seemed to tell herself, forget it.
, forget it, you can never go back, it was just a dream.
But she was so afraid that one day she would forget that her past happiness, her past happiness, her past happiness could only be reflected in the mirror. She could not tell anyone about this beautiful and sad past. She could only remember it in every darkness.
She recalled quietly, secretly holding on to her wounds, until dawn, she was still Ye Luo, the eldest daughter of the Ye family.
She couldn't imagine that when she woke up one day, her heart would be blank. Mom and Dad, I will never see you again...
Under the cold moonlight, Ye Luo's face was as pale as paper. He was deeply immersed in his own world, and his bright eyes were dim.
Mo Yichen looked at Ye Luo's dead black eyes, like a puppet that had lost its soul. He felt as if he had lost something very important. He took Ye Luo's cold little hand and said, "Piao Ling, you..."
Ye Luo was suddenly startled by Mo Yichen's sudden movement, raised his head, shook off Mo Yichen's hand with all his strength, and shouted loudly, "No, don't call me wandering, I'm not, I'm not..."
Ye Luo's voice became lower and lower, and he kept retreating, completely immersed in his own sadness. Under Mo Yichen's frightened eyes, he stumbled on the stone under his feet, leaned back with a low cry, and stood in Lihe
He finally stopped when he was still one step away.
Falling into a warm embrace, Mo Yichen glanced at the onlookers around him, and without caring so much, he picked up Ye Luo and rolled over to the other side of the river, hiding in the darkness.
Gently putting down the person in his arms, Ye Luo's scattered eyes looked a little brighter after some tossing, but they were still dead silent, huddled in his dark corner.
The moment his feet touched the ground, Ye Luo's eyes flashed as if he thought of something, and he suddenly hugged Mo Yichen tightly, "No, don't leave me."
It's as if a drowning person has grabbed the only driftwood, the only sustenance of his life, and refuses to let go.
Mo Yichen was startled by Ye Luo's sudden embrace. His reason, which hated being touched by others, told him to open Ye Luo's hands, but his actions had already betrayed his own thoughts. Feeling the dependence of the woman in his arms on him, he strengthened his arms.
He also held the woman in his arms tightly who could be broken at any time.
Silent comfort...
Ye Luo couldn't bear it anymore, silent tears ran down her cheeks, stained Mo Yichen's white clothes, and flowed into Mo Yichen's heart drop by drop.
The tears that have been held back for more than ten years are flowing out today. Memories of childhood and past lives come one after another. Scenes emerge in my mind, and needles pass through my heart...
As strong as she is, she was not just a teenager when she traveled through time. In a strange world, she was just a beggar without relatives. As time passed, she told herself over and over again that this was just a misunderstanding, and that she lived hard just to stay alive.
Going back, she worked hard just for the life-saving grace she once had. When everything became an inseparable responsibility in life, she could no longer let go of this family relationship.
When all the hardships came to an end, she no longer dared to tell herself that it was just a misunderstanding. How could she still believe in the novel that she could go back as soon as she woke up after more than ten years?
That's it, as long as it's like this, as long as she still has this memory, it's enough. She is still Ye Luo.
Fallen leaves are falling, where do they return to their roots?
Just let her have a good cry, in this warm embrace...
After crying, she was no longer the princess of her parents in the previous life, and there was no previous life, so this memory was buried deep in her heart forever.
After crying, she only has one name: Ye Luo. The past life has nothing to do with her anymore. The girl in the previous life, that name, will never appear in the tunnel of time again.
After crying, she is just Ye Piaoling. There are many relatives waiting for her in this world, and her identity as Princess Yi is waiting for her.
"So mom and dad, please forgive your daughter for being unfilial." With these words, Ye Luo used all his strength and collapsed on Mo Yichen's body.
Ye Luo seemed to hear the sound of water dripping from the bottom of his heart, which was either blood or tears.
Mo Yichen gently patted the woman in his arms, but the warm feeling on his shoulders made him feel cold all over his body. He could only use his own body temperature to warm this cold and helpless woman.
Feeling the sudden relaxation of the woman in his arms, Mo Yichen's heart skipped a beat. With trembling fingers, he searched for the pulse of this woman who was as weak as water and could disappear at any moment. It took him a long time to find the pulse gate, and for a moment he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In the dark night when no one could see Junyi's face, he smiled fondly. It turned out that he was just tired of crying and had a good sleep. When he woke up, nothing happened. Finally, he added in his heart, I will never let you go again.
Cried.
Holding Ye Luo in his arms again, his thin body was as weightless as a feather. Mo Yichen walked a few steps towards the woods behind him, thought about it and turned back. He found a stone by the river and sat down, hugging him gently.
Ye Luo let her lean against him comfortably.
Two wet tears still remained on her face, which hurt Mo Yichen's heart. In her sleep, she pulled out the thorns all over her body, which was so fragile that it made people feel heartbroken.
Why are you so heartbroken and crying? Which one is the real you?
The river bank opposite is brightly lit, and the lights in the distance are dim. When you suddenly look back, who will be the person waiting for your whole life?
Fireworks bloomed in the sky, silver meteors sprinkled down, the clouds were as light as the wind, but he was full of melancholy at this moment.
No matter, Mo Yichen looked down at Ye Luo's peaceful sleeping face, and under the slight smile were the dimples that she missed so much.
This girl was still holding on to her clothes while sleeping. Mo Yichen gently opened Ye Luo's little hand, and a touch of pink on the white silk handkerchief tied to Ye Luo's hand came into his eyes. It was a lotus, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind,
I rummaged through my sleeves for a long time but didn't find what I wanted.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly, it turned out that I didn't have it with me for a long time...