An Xiaoruo went downstairs in a panic, almost falling. Looking at the upright and quiet figure lying on the sofa sleeping, a corner of his heart was slowly tearing apart. He felt so sad, so sad.
An Xiaoruo slowed down involuntarily. It would be nice if he could keep looking at him like this.
"Ye?" An Xiaoruo called out in a low voice, hoping that he would open his eyes and look at her immediately.
But no, he didn't get up, and even An Xiaoruo's fantasy was broken. An Xiaoruo suppressed his sobs, suppressed the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, and choked: "Ye, don't sleep, will you wake up?"
good."
An Xiaoruo looked directly at Sheng Yuye's motionless sleeping face, and squeezed his hand that was getting colder and about to lose its temperature. The crystal moist liquid fell down, blurring his vision.
"Get up..."
"Sheng Yuye..."
"I still owe you an answer? Don't you want to know?"
An Xiaoruo's voice became more and more uncontrollable, his emotions were affected, and his body trembled with heavy sobs. His small hand touched Sheng Yuye's handsome cheek, and An Xiaoruo's body became increasingly cold.
Getting more and more scared.
The fingers slowly moved along Sheng Yuye's cheek and touched his thin lips, and moved up slowly. The cold skin had no warmth, and there was no breathing. An Xiaoruo staggered, and held Sheng Yuye tightly.
His hand suddenly let go, and Sheng Yuye's hand dropped heavily.
An Xiaoruo looked at everything that happened in front of him expressionlessly, as if he was dreaming.
Is he dead?
Is Sheng Yuye dead?
Why? I feel like my breathing is so heavy, like a big stone is pressing on my heart, making me unable to breathe.
An Xiaoruo fell to the ground, his eyes were dark, and he could no longer think in his mind. He was completely blank. He just fell to the ground numbly, his eyes were dull, his hands were tightly covering his chest, and the moist liquid in his eyes was dripping drop by drop.
It wetted the ground and condensed white lotus flowers.
Who will tell me what happened?
Net? Right? There is also net?
There will definitely be nothing wrong with the net? There will definitely be nothing wrong with the net?
With her last glimmer of hope, An Xiaoruo was about to run to the third floor. Unexpectedly, there were clear and unhurried footsteps on the corridor. An Xiaoruo looked straight at the third floor, and her heart ignited.
The last flame.
The person who appeared was not Sheng Yujing as An Xiaoruo imagined, but...
The young man's kite-purple hair was crisp and neat as he moved, his clear almond eyes were filled with charming tenderness, his long curly eyelashes were like butterfly wings flying in the sun, and his delicate and handsome facial features were as delicate as jade.
He couldn't find any flaws after careful consideration, and his thin lips were slightly raised, still maintaining his smile that was brighter than the sun.
"You?" An Xiaoruo had already changed his mind a long time ago, at least after knowing that he was one of the twelve nobles. Although it was a bit uncomfortable, An Xiaoruo believed that he would get used to it in the future.
Beiyinyou's originally clear eyes suddenly turned cold because of An Xiaoruo's words of blessing, but the bright smile on his lips remained unchanged: "Xiaoruo, I'm more used to you calling me Ling."