Looking at Lingwu's thin back, Lingfei shook her head gently: "Let her stay alone, I think she doesn't want anyone to disturb her at this time."
Many times, when people feel uncomfortable, they just want to find a place to hide themselves.
This is even more so in the dance
Lingwu was strolling aimlessly in the peach garden. She didn't know what she was thinking now. Her head seemed empty and she couldn't remember anything.
Or, she doesn't want to
As the spring breeze blows, countless pink peach petals fall one after another, and several petals fall on Lingwu's shoulders.
Ling Wu lowered her eyelids, glanced at the petals on her shoulders, gently raised her arm, stretched out her fingers to bounce those petals, but when her fingers touched her shoulders, she was stunned.
These hands were once held in the palm of your hand
Lingwu's mind also appeared in Ouyang Xi's mind on the day of worshiping the sky. When he left for the last time, he put his other hand on the back of her hand, put her hands in his palms.
He seemed to hear what he said softly again: "Even if I die, I will let you live."
At this time, the numb heartache suddenly ran into Lingwu's heart.
Lingwu's hands slid weakly from her shoulders, and her palms were opened and closed in front of her chest
Ling Wu silently looked down at the thick cocoons in her palm. I don’t know when there were tears on it.
It turned out that she felt that there was nothing wrong at the beginning. Ouyang Xi was indeed lying to her. He was really a good actor.
After understanding the final facts and reasons, many things were easily solved
Ouyang Xi could watch her stably in her heart with a hairpin because he knew that Ling Yun would help him stop Lingwu.
Lingwu's fingers slowly clenched, and her nails pierced into her palms. She was not afraid of the pain on her body, because the pain in her heart made her feel no pain at all.
Slowly squatted down and murmured: "Is it because you pretended too well, or is it because I don't believe you?"