She is a god and he is a ghost. She will have to leave this ghost place sooner or later. What's more, she has personally promised one person that she will never let this happen.
"It's different... Heh, so different." Xiu Jiyin murmured and didn't speak any more. So, in her heart, he and Bu Nanxiao were somehow superior to each other. She didn't dare to ask anymore.
How different
He was timid. Once she said something other than the answer he wanted, it would really be over between the two of them.
"Bright Moon" Xiu Jiyin suddenly stood up. The moment he stood up, he felt her gaze directed towards him and felt a sharp pain somewhere in his chest.
He had never known that there was a kind of pain that could come so violently. He couldn't vent his anger by destroying things or killing people. He couldn't speak so many words. He could only hold it in his heart for the rest of his life. The pain was so desperate and tragic.
In fact, in the past hundred years, she only had an identity with him. He was just her backer and her bargaining chip. He always knew that
But what about now? Bu Nanxiao is already the leader of the hall. She is the new patron supported by Yin Jiaoyue. She has long planned to leave him. He is obviously so attentive to her, but she is not moved at all? He obviously works so hard.
, she cares so much, but she can turn a blind eye
He couldn't kill her or let her go. He could only indulge her again and again, pretending not to know how much she had secretly done to leave him and how many roads she had paved. As long as it was not until the moment she left, he could do it.
Deceiving yourself, telling yourself that she doesn't really want to leave
Xiu Jiyin continued: "Jiaoyue, in fact, I will be tired and disappointed, do you believe it?" He did not wait for Yin Jiaoyue to answer, because he knew that she would not answer at all, he smiled bitterly, "I know you don't believe it because
I didn't believe it myself before, I thought ghost blood was cold and I had no emotions, but..." He pointed to his chest, smiling and frowning, heartbreaking thoughts flashing in his eyes as dark as the night.
Guangshi, "It's just here that it really... hurts."
Yin Jiaoyue was stunned to hear what he said. She clearly felt her heart aching. When she raised her head again, his figure had disappeared from sight. The door curtain had just been lifted up and down again, and the beads made a crisp collision in the silence.
, a gentle sound, also seemed to be knocking on her heart little by little.