Catkins are flying, flowers and leaves are swaying...
On the edge of the Broken Heart Cliff, Qingcheng has picturesque features and eyes looking out...
One year.
According to it, it had been a year since that handsome man left. During this year, she seemed to have forgotten how to smile. Her face was always cold and expressionless, and it seemed that her soul also disappeared with the departure of the man.
Gone far away...
Where have you been?
The cat murmured to himself...
In the abyss, she desperately went down to search, but there were no bones left... nothing was left, not even a pile of bones...
There is always a deep sadness in her eyes, and her eyes always follow those men with missing arms...
Everyone knew that there was someone living in her heart, engraved in her soul like a brand...
Behind her, the ruthless eyes became deeper and deeper as she...
"Qingcheng, do you still love me?"
he asks.
The cat didn't speak, blinked, turned around, and left...
Behind him are ruthless red eyes and sighs...
**
Two years.
Green grass, dewdrops on fingertips.
Everything seems to have settled, Wu Qing is the heir of the Fire Tribe, and she has nothing to do all day long.
The green hillsides are full of cicada calls...
The cat was sitting there with the little silver in his arms, his eyes looking where he didn't know where, misty and loving...
"Xiao Yinzi, if he does this, will I still be happy?"
Qingcheng hugged it and touched it again and again... Two years later, she still couldn't forget that scene. The roar of grief still echoed in her mind. When she dreamed about it at midnight, her face was wet with tears and she was soaked in cold sweat...
…
"Meow meow meow..."
Little Yinzi's round eyes were red. He felt sorry for such a beautiful girl. He tilted his head and looked at the man in red not far away. He was still standing there, always waiting at such a short distance.
with...
In fact, he looks a little pitiful...
Red clothes fluttering, ruthlessly approaching.
"Qingcheng, do you still love me?"
Every year on this day, she would walk out alone, then find a place to jump into the distance, and he would always accompany her quietly, without saying a word...
Until I ask the voice from the bottom of my heart again...
This time, the cat still didn't speak, frowned, turned around, and left...
**
Three years.
The eyes are shining with gold, and the grass is luxuriant.
This is already the third year.
This year, Qingcheng's situation seems to be getting better, and occasionally a smile will flow out of the corner of her eyes...
She still likes to look into the unknown distance, and she has adopted a group of children, all of whom are physically handicapped. It seems that a gentle light is wrapping her up more and more...
Once upon a time, Mao'er also asked Jun Mo Jue if he could restore his arm to new life, but Jun Mo Jue refused. That was a testimony of his true love...
"Qingcheng, do you still love me?"
Similarly, this year, the man in red spoke cautiously again, looking at the woman's maturing face, her appearance still unchanged...
This year, she did not remain silent. She just turned her head to look at him, and then opened her red lips lightly, "Qingwu, I still love you..."
**
It’s over, it’s over…
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