However, he is not her lover. The man who calls her Ling'er is her lover. He is her first man and will also be her last man. When the man in front of her opens her body and knows the truth
, his sword would fall on her body, her blood would flow out, she would die, and she would lie in a pool of blood. The last man she thought of was still the man who called her Linger. Her Yinqi.
"Luo Hua Wu? Do you know that I had a hard time looking for you."
Yan Baiyi hugged the person in front of her tightly.
The same warmth, the same familiarity.
It's her, it's his Luohuawu.
Luohuawu, who is Luohuawu?
Penghao smiled bitterly in her heart. Why did the two men hugging her call a name that did not belong to her.
"Luohuawu, I know it's you? It's just that you ignored me and you hated me. Really? You hated me for giving you up to Kuai. Yes, you should hate me."
Two lines of tears flowed quietly on Yan Baiyi's face.
These tears shocked Penghao. A man who sheds tears for a woman cannot help but move her.
Yan Baiyi hugged the body in his arms tightly. He closed his eyes. He seemed to see the pale pink shadow and the faint expression like falling flowers in the back garden of Yan Kingdom again. That was him.
Luo Hua Wu. No, to be more precise, it was his brother's princess.
Yan Baiyi, before he was not called Yan Baiyi, he had a very famous name, Young Master Qi Hao. He was the second prince of the Yan Kingdom. It was because he and Prince Yan fell in love with the same woman.
And the disappearance of that woman made the young master Qi Hao disappear forever.
In the vast desert and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there is only one lonely figure, that is Yan Baiyi. He is looking for the missing woman named Luohuawu.
No matter life or death, he will always find her.
Ask him what he wants to ask the most. Piaoxue, who is me or him the most in your heart?
He traveled all over the country and found only one shadow.
This shadow is the little slave girl named Penghao in front of me.
Who said that this Penghao is not Luohuawu? Her eyebrows, her style, her breath, her taste...
No, she is Luohuawu. There are no two Luohuawu in the world.
And Basil is the dance of falling flowers.
But why did she become like this? Why did she no longer recognize him?
Yan Baiyi felt a helpless pain in her heart.
"let me go!"
Penghao's voice trembled, even if she died, she didn't want to be treated lightly.
Yan Baiyi smiled, but she didn't admit that she was Luohuawu, but her voice, her temper, she was Luohuawu!
Maybe during the few months she was missing, too many things happened to her that ruined her appearance. Maybe this was the reason why she didn't return to Prince Yan's palace.