Outside the yard, a pair of coquettish and cold eyes appeared. Looking at the woman who was crying sadly under the tree, a hint of pride flashed in the eyes, and then disappeared suddenly.
After a long time, Nuannuan stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, and walked into the house.
Although his eyelids were red, the expression on his face had returned to calm.
She is not a weak woman, no matter what big thing happens, she can endure it.
Xi Jian Yunchen's deception and betrayal were like a sharp sword, piercing her heart and the deepest part of her soul.[
However, even if her heart is dripping with blood, she will continue to live strong, and she will never seek death and survive, and she will never let anyone look down upon her!
Nuannuan brought a stool and sat on the steps in front of the house, looking at the towering deciduous tree. The purple flowers on the tree were floating gently on the ground, forming a thin purple flower mat.
Today, the trunk of the fallen tree has not changed color, and there is no phantom of the phoenix. However, this sacred tree with incense can still show its vitality after thousands of years.
The warm heart, after calming down, gave birth to a glimmer of hope.
Although Xijian Yunchen trapped his people here, he could not trap his own heart.