The wind blew in softly, gentle and warm, gently lifting Ting Qingyu's long hair. Although Cheyue helped her to tie her hair, a small amount of hair was left on her bangs.
Hui.
The strangeness of her body always reminded her that she was a wife, and she couldn't help but think of her parents in another time and space, and her mood suddenly dropped. She got married, but her parents were not around, and her parents died, and she couldn't be around them to honor them.
His dark eyes drooped, his hands trembled slightly, and a sense of guilt arose in his heart.
"Yu'er, what's wrong?" Cheyue noticed Ting Qingyu's subtle change, and couldn't help but reach out and gently hold the catkin, and a wave of warmth spread to Ting Qingyu's hand.[
"nothing……"
"Yu'er..." Cheyue put down the book and gently hugged her into her arms, "If you have anything on your mind, can you tell me? I am already your husband and you are my wife. What worries can you share with me?"
Share it! Wife!"
Ting Qingyu was stunned and couldn't help but chuckle. Che Yue had gone around the world and really understood the meaning of the terms husband and wife.
"I miss your parents. They are getting older and older, but I am far away in space. Do they think I am dead? Really..."
"Yu'er... I can't help you go back as my husband. Now that the talisman is gone, Yin Shen has to go back when he sent us here. If you want to return to the present world, if you can't find Yin God, there will be no way!" Che Yue sighed softly.
, interrupted Ting Qingyu.
Ting Qingyu nodded and closed her eyes tiredly.
We are newlyweds, so we can’t think about too heavy topics.
Cheyue's lips fell on hers, and her lingering breath filled the air...
******
Changbi Hall, Yuluo Pavilion.
Qianzun leaned lazily on the rose chair. Ting Qingyu had left for several days, but Qianzun didn't feel anything at all. He seemed to be an emotionless young man, with a faint and indifferent look on his face and eyes.
Everyone else had left, leaving only the empty Changbi Hall with thousands of statues, which was particularly desolate.
Suddenly, a slight sound came in.
Qian Zun leaned on the chair indifferently, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer.