Zhenjin slowly raised his hand, and Hasen immediately signaled all the guards to retreat. Although the guards were puzzled, they respectfully sheathed their swords and retreated.
Arnold looked at her, and a bitterness flowed out of his heart, spreading to the blood in his body. She looked at it lightly, looking at the man in front of her, that was the look that had been engraved in her heart for ten years. The two long eyebrows were like ink paintings.
, the bridge of the nose is like the ridge of a green mountain, and the dark brown eyes that often appear in dreams are full of tenderness that is about to overflow. Arnold was panicked, his hand shook slightly, and the scimitar seemed to become particularly heavy.
Zhenjin suddenly stretched out her hand and held Arnold's hand holding the scimitar tightly in her palm. Her hand was a little cold, like a piece of delicate ice jade. Zhenjin's heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle.
The pain spread instantly. Her hands were so cold, and she had wronged herself like this for this performance.
His dark brown eyes were like two of the most beautiful ambers in the world, clear yet scorching. His blazing gaze stared closely at her face. He wanted to call her name, but he couldn't.
He was afraid that speaking out would destroy everything. Now that he could hold her hand again, it was enough for him.
Arnold panicked for a while. She had never thought that even though she knew he no longer wanted her and knew how cruel he was to her, the feelings in her heart were still causing trouble. Her body was stiff, but her heart was very nostalgic for that person.
The warmth from your hands.
Zhenjin slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch her cheek. Arnold suddenly woke up, freed his hand, raised his white feet and kicked on Zhenjin's chest, and his body quickly flew back.
She landed firmly and turned around, her white dress like a blooming begonia flower.
"Amul..." The three words Zhenjin were choked in his throat and could not be spit out no matter what. He looked at Arnold and felt pain in his heart. Hu Gechi's words seemed to ring in his ears again,
"True gold, you let go because you will never get it. You let go because you are no longer qualified to get it. You let go because you don't have the courage to fight against everything you have to face."
He suddenly stood up and strode to the spinning Arnold. However, no one knew that he used a lot of effort in every step he took. The choice he made today, the step he took, will be what he will face in the future.
Many, many. Now that he has made this choice, he cannot back down. A year ago, he failed to protect Arnold. In this year, he has thought about it and hesitated countless times, but now he can no longer hesitate.
If he loses it again, he may really not have a chance.
Arnold was stunned, and her steps seemed to become extremely heavy in an instant. She could no longer continue spinning, and she could no longer even perform the most basic dance movements.
Zhenjin reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms. "Amul..." The name choked in his throat finally came out.
Arnold's eyes turned red, and he felt that his eyes were covered with a layer of mist.
Everyone looked at the two of them, and Kuokuozhen's face turned pale. Toya, who was refilling her glass with wine, was stunned and didn't even notice that the wine overflowed the cup.
The wine glass in Na Muhan's hand slipped, the wine spilled on the table, slid down the corner of the table and dripped on his robe.
The corners of Narentoya's mouth raised, and the show was about to begin. "Amul, let's see what you can do this time."