Xuanyuan Yifei walked out of the shadow. Under the moonlight, his eyes were as dark as a lake in the dark night, bottomless. Staring at it, Qingcheng felt that he was quickly addicted to it, and he didn't even have the strength to resist.
For a moment, the person she thought about day and night was right in front of her. The previous blame and disappointment instantly receded like the tide. The longing and longing accumulated over time came back like the tide, drowning her.
"Yi." Qingcheng called out, his voice a bit dry and hoarse.
Xuanyuan Yifei stared at Qingcheng, his bright eyes seeming to suck her soul out of her body.
"I'm sorry, Qingcheng." Xuanyuan Yifei said, taking a step forward and reaching out to hold Qingcheng into his arms.
An indifferent face flashed through his mind. It was Yifei at the Jingblade wedding. Qingcheng couldn't help but subconsciously take a step back. There was a faint pain in his heart, as if there were too many things in his body, and it was like a tide.
Trying to ignore the deep-buried pain rushes out, lifts it up, and floats it to the front.
There was a trace of pain on Xuanyuan Yifei's face, and his bright eyes suddenly dimmed. "Are you still blaming me?"
Qingcheng stood on the spot in surprise and looked at him: I must be weird!
"Qingcheng." Xuanyuan Yifei called, pulling Qingcheng into his arms and hugging her, placing his chin on her shoulder, and a deep voice came: "I have my own arrangements for everything, how could I be willing to marry you to Qingcheng?"
Where is Jingren! It’s just that later things developed far away from my expectation, so I didn’t have to do anything anymore. Isn’t it great now? You don’t have to marry Jingren anymore. After you leave the Yan family, there will be no one else.
I force you to get married, so I can see you all the time."
Qingcheng Jiang leaned forward and listened, still held by him.
"Qingcheng, I will not drop everything like Jingren, blindly search for you, and ask my father to grant him a marriage. I will not shout in front of everyone like Chengtian, saying I love you.
Father is clamoring that you belong to him and are his concubine. That will only make the day when you and I get together become
Even more distant." Xuanyuan Yifei said, pushing Qingcheng a little away from her, so that she could see the determination in her eyes clearly: "I don't want the happiness given or given by others, let alone the short-lived happiness. I
I want to give you a peace of mind. No one can influence or interfere with our future.
.A long-lasting and stable happiness.”
"Qingcheng, I have been working hard, please give me a few years." At the end, Xuanyuan Yifei said softly.
All the complaints dissipated at this moment, all the doubts were answered at this moment, and all the precautions were defeated at this moment.
"Yifei." Qingcheng threw himself into Yifei's arms like a wronged child and hugged him tightly. The sourness in his heart turned into tears and poured into his eyes.
Xuanyuan Yifei gently pushed away Qingcheng's body leaning on him, leaned down, and gently kissed the tears on Qingcheng's face: "These are so precious, how can you give up! I don't want to have them anymore in the future.
Whoever made you cry includes me."
With a "wow" sound, Qingcheng stayed on the spot. Is this a vow? Is it a vow of love?
My heart was so filled with sweetness that I couldn't even pretend to hold it in, so tears burst out again. This time it was sweet!
"Why are you crying again?" Xuanyuan Yifei said, frowning slightly, and said with some heartache: "Is it your fault?"
"It's all your fault, it's your fault, it's your fault!" Qingcheng still had tears on his face, he beat Yifei like a baby, and finally he pulled him into his arms and kissed him, making no sound!
When Qingcheng felt that the end of the world was coming, Yifei let her go. After a long time, he realized that Qingcheng found that he was still alive and had not suffocated to death, while Yifei looked at her with a smile.
, face full of ambiguity.
"You are disgusting!" Qingcheng blushed, stamped his feet, pushed him away and ran into the pavilion.
In the thick shadow, Xuanyuan Yifei couldn't see her expression clearly. He only saw her head lowered and her body twisting unnaturally. Xuanyuan Yifei thought: She must look very cute!
Smiling softly, Xuanyuan Yifei walked into the pavilion. He held Qingcheng, who was still foolish, in his arms and sat down. He gently rubbed her hair with his face: "Qingcheng, that night, when I lifted the curtain with joy,
Do you know how angry I was when I opened my hijab and found out it was not you? Do you know how heartbroken I was when I learned that the general would marry you to Jingren? The next day when I came from
Do you know how happy I was when Zhuifeng found out that you were not married to Jingren and escaped, and came to see me?"
"Yes." Qingcheng leaned quietly in his arms, recalling everything he had experienced, and was very satisfied. Occasionally he raised his head to look at Yifei. At this moment, his face was full of joy and anger like a child,
The calm Yifei in front of people disappeared.
"Qingcheng, I have never touched Xinrui." Yifei said softly.
"Um."
"Qingcheng, meeting you is the best gift God has given me!"
"Yeah." Qingcheng responded, his eyelids slowly becoming heavy.