"The heart belongs to Che Yue and can never be taken back." Ting Qingyu raised her eyes and looked at Xiao Wen seriously.
Xiao Wen raised his eyebrows and smiled coquettishly, but his eyes were very lonely, "Why... could you take back your affection for me before?" [
"That's because...you are determined to forget, and I must also be determined to step out of your world and forget each other in the world."
Xiao Wen's expression changed. He had indeed made up his mind before, but now that he left there, didn't it mean that everything had to start from scratch?
Looking at that face that often appeared in dreams, with its flaming eyes, soft figure, and gentle smile, I couldn't help but sigh, as the light in the beautiful eyes seemed to be blocked by something.
"That way... that's fine. It's over now, just like I can never go back to when I was a toddler." Xiao Wen said softly, turned around and stared at the blue moon, with long flowing hair, eyes narrowed, and gently
He jumped downstairs and returned to the house opposite.
Ting Qingyu watched him disappear quietly, feeling melancholy in her heart.
If...it wasn't the young master, maybe I would have been with him, right?
After all, they were destined but not destined to each other, but when they came here, without the young master, she could no longer empathize with Xiao Wen. After all, she had fallen in love with Che Yue, how could she change her heart so easily?
She is not a woman who is flirtatious, nor is she a woman who is quick and easy. In her heart, love is sacred, firm and eternal.
As long as Cheyue doesn't betray her, she will never leave again.
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Another half month passed, and the information collected in hand was enough. Ting Qingyu backed up many parts and saved them in the mailbox to send them out regularly.
What needs to be solved now is to solve the matter that Yin Shen handed over to Che Yue and the others.
At midnight, the lights in Yu Cheyue's house were brightly lit.
In addition, Ting Qingyu also lit three candles, and there were ink and writing brushes on the table in the balcony. Xiao Wen and Chuo Luo watched carefully as Che Yue slowly held the pen and painted the talisman one stroke at a time.
Nalan Ling's name and birthday were written on it.