864. Chapter 864 Emperor Xiangming: A Generation of Prodigy
Have you ever experienced the pain of someone you once loved with your life dying in your arms?
Have you ever tried, tried everything you could to bring someone back to life for a ridiculous idea, but in the end you just deceived yourself, that kind of hopeless and helpless pain?
If not, how can one understand the pain of being so deeply buried in one's heart and believing that heaven and earth are separated forever and that one will never see him again in his life, suddenly standing in front of him so alive, so unbelievable and afraid to believe?
Deep in the bamboo forest, a gentle breeze blows, and the bamboo leaves on the ground fly up, intertwining with the falling bamboo leaves in the air. Each leaf glows a light purple in the sunlight, and it is as beautiful as a fantasy.
"Min'er, I'm back." Qingmei's deep voice was as warm and tender as the spring light in March.
She looked straight at him, tears streaming down her face.
She wanted to run into his arms and see if his arms were as warm as ever.
She wanted to hug him tightly and smell his fragrance as always.
She wanted to call him over and over again to see if his voice was as tender as ever.
She wanted to...
She once imagined that he would stand in front of her alive again, and then she wanted many, many things, but when things came to pass, she could do nothing. Her feet seemed to be embedded in the ground and she could not move even half an inch; her throat seemed to be covered by a pair of
The invisible big palms were holding me back, and I couldn't make a sound...
"Min'er, I'm back."
Whose voice is so familiar yet mixed with a little bit of strangeness, whose arms are so warm yet tinged with coldness, whose arms are so strong yet cautious.
She didn't know, she knew that when the refreshing cold fragrance hit her, and when she fell into that long-lost embrace, she completely fainted.
She seemed to be having a long dream, dreaming that her Arong was dead and alive again. This dream was not good because there were too many tears and too much sadness. She struggled to wake up and escape from the suffocation of the dream.
When she opened her eyes, she met that gorgeous face. She looked at him blankly for a long time, then tremblingly reached out her hand to touch his face, but it stopped in mid-air.
Because she was afraid, afraid that like that dream, he would turn into smoke and dust and disappear with the wind at the slightest touch of her. Once the soap bubble was popped, it would be difficult for her to cheer up again.
His long, slender white palm stretched out, grasped her little hand tightly, lowered his head, and pressed the soft catkins tightly against his gorgeous face. His starry phoenix eyes turned into warmth that could melt ice and snow.
Yang looked at her full of love and remorse: "Min'er, you didn't dream, I'm back. I will never leave you again, and I will never let you worry about anything again."
One sentence after another struck deeply into Mu Jieyu's heart, shattering the layer of ice that had frozen her heart.
"Ah...ah...Ah Rong..." These two simple words contained endless lovesickness and joy.
"I'm here." He responded.
"A Rong..." She cautiously tested again.
His heart ached, but there was only a gentle and boundless smile on his face: "I'm here."
"A Rong, A Rong, A Rong, A Rong..."
"I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here..."
She seemed to be unable to say anything else, just calling him over and over again. And he responded tirelessly over and over again, each time with slow affection.