Mu Qingxiao followed Hu Yanzhuo gently. Without looking, she knew how sad Hu Yanzhuo was in his heart. He must have missed his old friend so much. Even when he looked at himself, he felt that he loved Wujiwu.
, I treat myself the same way, but Zhuo, I'm really not the person you want to find, but if you think you will be happy if you treat me as her, I don't mind.
"Qingxiao, I know you are not her, but I still imagine how wonderful it would be if you were her. There was a little bit of sadness in her voice, which made Mu Qingxiao not even know what to say so that she would die.
Yes, I saw her tomb with my own eyes, but I was lucky, maybe she is still alive."
"Zhuo, since life cannot be resurrected, why don't you look forward?" Mu Qingxiao comforted softly. In fact, she herself also understood that when it comes to emotional problems, if the parties insist on immersing themselves in it, no one's dissuasion will be useful.
Who is she?
Mu Qingxiao only knew her as Qingxiao as Hu Yanzhuo and others mentioned her.
Could it be that she is me?
An idea flashed through his mind, but Mu Qingxiao immediately denied it. How could it be possible? I have always lived in a small mountain village, so it is impossible for me to have anything to do with the palace?
Could it be that I have a sibling?
"Yes, she has been dead for so many years, but she is still vividly alive in my heart. Her every frown and smile are as if they are still in front of me, and they clearly make me feel distressed." Hu Yanzhuo did not turn around, he knew clearly that she was not
She has never been the one, but I miss her so much, so much, that’s why I hope she will be her
Mu Qingxiao looked at Hu Yanzhuo's lonely back, and her heart silently dulled. She slowly stretched out her hand, gently wrapped it around Hu Yanzhuo's waist from behind, and said softly and lowly, "Zhuo, if,
If you think you'll be happy if you think of me as her, I don't mind."
The moment Hu Yanzhuo was held by Mu Qingxiao, a familiar feeling spread over his whole body. It seemed that Qingxiao's sweet voice was still in his ears. Husband, in the end, he would make his husband's male character very long and very long.
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"Do you think I would be happy if I used you as a substitute?"
Hu Yanzhuo said softly, with deep loneliness in his voice. How could he not understand that since he met her yesterday, he has been using her as a substitute intentionally or unintentionally. No matter how similar she is, he is just a substitute.
That’s all, how can you be happy?
"Zhuo, I know that when you look at me, what is reflected in your beautiful blue eyes is another person, the most important person in your heart. I also know that I am not her, but if,
If you are happy, I think she will be happy too."
Mu Qingxiao persuaded Hu Yanzhuo, she understood that as early as the first time she saw those blue eyes, she had fallen hopelessly, and there was no room for improvement. Therefore, if he is happy, there is a chance of being a substitute.
What matters?
"I can't do it," Hu Yanzhuo said painfully. You must know that looking at the person you miss every day, you are still the one who is tortured.
Mu Qingxiao held the hand around Hu Yanzhuo's waist and gently released it. She stood firmly within Hu Yanzhuo's sight, silently looking at the injured eyes, feeling heartbroken, and then slowly said, "
Zhuo, have you ever thought that she might have arranged for me to be by your side to help you get out of your pain?"
