Therefore, she couldn't see him in her nightmares, or when she was fighting... She was the only one to fight, so lonely and helpless. All these ugliness, scandals, fighting, conspiracy, usurpation... all
It has nothing to do with him anymore? In other words, he was not used to such ugliness, so he quit early? Otherwise, how could she always be alone in the dream, fighting alone, without any support?
Maybe it was out of pity for her coldness that his soul appeared in the mist and gave her a little bit of pitiful comfort?
She stretched out her hand to pull him, but he was stunned for a moment and did not move back. He held her hand.
Even my hands were cold and I couldn't feel any heat at all.
Feng Miaolian pinched her arm, but she didn't feel any pain.
She can no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.
He just pinched his big cold hand and murmured to himself: "Ye Jia... are you alive... are you a living person? Isn't it an illusion?... Are you really alive?"
His voice was calm, "Miaolian, as long as you are alive, I will live."
But she couldn't feel any comfort. In the haze, she felt that she was actually dead. She had ascended to heaven a long time ago and her soul was scattered, so she was wandering in a virtual space. Ye Jia was like this, could he also be dead?
of?
She stared at his handsome face again. It was too handsome. It was really too handsome. Therefore, neither God nor her could tolerate him. Ye Jia was dead.
You are dead, so young and beautiful, no one can compare with you
Your charming face, your stunning beauty, returned to the earth so quickly
Although the soil bears it, people will inadvertently trample on it
But there is a person who cannot bear it and stares at your grave for a moment.
…
She suddenly wanted to lean into his arms, just for a moment, and feel his body temperature up close, feel his hot breath, and feel his heat, just for a moment.
If she doesn't lean in this time, maybe she will never have the hope and courage to lie in a man's arms. Ye Jia, how much she longs for Ye Jia, longs for a man's body, not for desire, not for indulgence, and not for
Enjoyment and sex are purely for a kind of belief and enthusiasm. To drive away the loneliness.