Ye Yunmo is still wearing the bright purple brocade robe that day, and his dark-haired and crown-jade face has obvious haggard and exhaustion, but now he cannot compare with the woman sitting quietly in the pavilion, because his loss and despair will last forever.
Not as good as her!
Ye Yunmo stood quietly outside the pavilion and looked at Qingcheng's figure. When he walked here without purpose, he never expected to see her here. Such an encounter seemed to be given to him by God who took pity on him.
A dream, a dream that allowed him to see her again but made him even more heartbroken...
Ye Yunmo didn't dare to take another step forward. He hoped that he could watch her like this all his life. Even if he only looked at her back, even if his heart was being corroded by longing bit by bit, he couldn't bear to break it.
This encounter made him unable to tell whether it was reality or fantasy!
How much he wanted to shout her name, shouting it with all his heart as he had shouted it millions of times in his heart!? But he didn't dare... He was afraid to let her see him in such an embarrassing state, and even more afraid to let her see the hidden in his eyes.
The resentment and pain that cannot rise!
He loves her, so he hopes that she can live a better life than him. Even if the man standing by his side is not him, he still prays to God, hoping that the man will regard her as the only treasure in this life like him... But
……the reality is cruel……
The wind blows slowly all around, the willow leaves are fluttering, the clothes are fluttering, and mixed with it is the cold fragrance of Qingcheng. This is her innate fragrance, unique!
Ye Yunmo's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper. He knew too well what such a fragrance meant. In the more than ten years he had lived with her since childhood, he was the only one who knew that she would emit such a special fragrance when she was in a low mood.
The fragrance comes...
There was sorrow in Ye Yunmo's eyes, and the pace that had been stagnant finally moved forward. He was approaching her, and every step he took was filled with pain and sourness in his heart!
Qingcheng, who was sitting in the pavilion, seemed to notice someone approaching her. When she looked sideways, her face, which had always been as indifferent as a dead lake, had a cracked change!
[Hold the pot lid and ask for tickets~~Don’t let the autumn wind pass~~]