Mo Zhilan, who looked haggard, just raised his narrow phoenix eyes and looked at her without saying a word.
The tears in Feng Xizi's eyes were suppressed in her eyes. She clenched her lips and teeth, and her whole body trembled, "I will not look back! Never! Mo Zhilan, in this life, I will never look back! You do what you want.
Emperor, I will be my Feng Xizi, and I will not go back with you, never!"
His deep purple eyes stared at her, looking at her beauty that had become much clearer.
Mo Zhilan, who had stood in the rain for four days, finally made a move——
He walked towards her slowly and laboriously, and slowly and tremblingly raised his hand.
However, Feng Xizi pushed him away with a palm and watched as he involuntarily took several steps back, his posture unsteady and his breathing heavy.
"Mo Zhilan, you save me, I'll save you. There really is no going back between us. Don't force me, don't make me believe in you again, I don't want... I don't want to believe you anymore!"
He remained silent, taking a few heavy breaths with his pale thin lips, and continued to lift his feet, struggling to walk to her side. His white fingers were bloodless, and he stubbornly wanted to touch her face.
"No! You're not allowed to do this!" When Feng Xizi's skin touched his cold temperature, her eyes were frightened, and she uncontrollably took action again, pushing him away fiercely.
This time, Mo Zhilan's feet fluttered and he strode back until his back hit the pillar with great force, his handsome face turned as white as snow.
"I...I don't want to believe you, don't...don't believe you...don't..." She muttered to herself like a nightmare, tears welling up in her eyes.
Dimly, she saw him push himself up again, stagger to the front again, and reach out to her again.
His white fingertips gently wiped away her tears. He was smiling, so weakly, so misty.
"Zi'er, believe me...for the last time..."
"No...I don't want..." She was stunned. This time, she didn't wave him away, but she still whispered and repeated this sentence.
"It's not... the wind... the wind and the moon... it's not the deep love... Yuan, Yuan Qian... Zi'er, Biluo... Huangquan... I won't let you go..." He smiled and repeated
The poem she left behind when she left him.
He had read that letter countless times in the past two years.
[Farewell to you, it will be difficult to see you again after farewell. The dream in this life is short and shallow, but I will send you to the underworld. It is not about the wind and the moon, but only because of the deep love and shallow bond...]
They are not in love, they are in love and are destined to be together.
She is afraid of trusting him again, she is afraid of loving him again.
She has nothing left and cannot afford the price of betrayal.
"The world is so vast, and the country is thousands of miles away, there is only one person, life and death... life and death..." Mo Zhilan said hoarsely, holding her little face in his palms.
She widened her eyes and looked at this handsome face so close at hand. From his eyes, she saw love, trust, determination, and... the despair of dying.
His shallow smile, his forehead pressed against hers, seemed to suppress all his weight, and his bone-cold body made her tremble, making her feel helpless, and making her burst into tears.
"Losing you... I will die... Losing you, I... I will go crazy, Zi'er, I... I want you to stay with me forever... forever... forever... forever..." He lowered his head,
Kissing her forehead, her voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end, her voice almost disappeared.