Xuanyuan Yi sighed and said nothing. He just looked at the painting where he helped Li Xinhua. It had faded slightly, but the bright smile still made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Standing among the flowers, the flowers are not as good as her
"Wuxia, I really miss her." Xuanyuan Yi was silent for a long time before saying such words full of longing.
Duan Wuxia didn't speak, not talking about him. Even he himself began to miss Li Xin vaguely. When he was there, he actually felt that she was noisy, but as soon as she left, he felt that his life was lost in an instant.
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When I met Xuanyuan Yi two days ago, the expression he showed at that time was not much better than Xuanyuan Yi. It was mostly because of the two people he loved, but the two people looked at love differently. Xuanyuan Li had completely let go, even if it only hurt.
He himself endured it silently. The only thing he wanted was for Li Xin to live well.
But Yi was different. She not only wanted Li Xin to live, but also wanted her to be happy. But after being severely hurt by such happiness, he knew that Li Xin would never be happy even if he was alive in this life.
Just like Wing, my heart is dead
He didn't know how to comfort him, he couldn't even say a word
Such strong love exploded even more after Li Xin left. I'm afraid that whatever he says now will be wrong. Asking him to give up would be too cruel and he couldn't say it. But if he doesn't give up, he can
How about it?
Living every day in a hazy state, spending time slowly in longing, wouldn't that be cruel?
So he remained silent and let Xuanyuan Yi make his own decision.
Now that everything is settled, Duan Wuxia supports whatever decision he makes. Even if he breaks his original promise, so what?
I just don't know what he thinks
Sitting in that position, he was thinking about many more things than anyone else.
No matter what happens, I will always be by his side as a friend from now on
"Wuxia, you said Xin'er..." After a moment of pause, Xuanyuan Yi didn't know what to say, and then he sighed, distant and helpless: "Am I wrong?"
Such a simple sentence surprised Duan Wuxia. He had thought about many possibilities, but he never expected that he would say such a sentence.
Yi, it’s not you who’s wrong, it’s the time, the chance, and others who are wrong