Bei Chen suddenly spoke and said the word behind her, "holding his hand will never let go."
When saying this, he tightened his fingers and held her palms.
"Beichen?" Zi Tong lifted his face slowly, and a pair of purple eyes were full of surprises. "You ... remember?"
Looking at her face, a face flashed in his mind.
That face is also her face, but it is different from her now.
She applied a slightly fat powder, and her long hair was completely dressed in the bride. It was a little childish than she is now, but she is exquisite, especially the pair of eyes, crystalline like gems, bright as cold stars.
He knew it was her, and he found the whole five continents, nor did he find that anyone's eyes were the same as her.
However, the picture was just dying instantly. He tried to catch the beads and horses from the consciousness, but there was no way to do it with him.
Looking at the expectations and joy in her eyes, he apologized in his heart.
"Sorry, purple pupil, I ... I just think of this."
"What do you say?" Zitong asked.
"I just think of this."
"It's not this pair, the front."
"..." Beichen thought for a while, "I'm sorry?"
When I realized that I said this, even he was surprised.
Apology, he even apologized to her?!
Zitong straightened his body, holding his face, looking at his eyes.
In his eyes, the golden lines were obviously lighter. She could feel that the suffocation on his body was gradually fading.
Although he had not fully recovered, Zitong knew that when he was recovering, he had a step closer.
Two years ago, the cold -blooded Beichen was recovering the appearance of Beichen she was familiar with a little bit, and learned to be tolerant, and learned to think for others.
She believes that he will quickly remember that the seemingly affectionate but not ruthless Beichen who recovered into her.
"It's okay, let's take your time."
Raising his palm, Beichen stroked her long hair pity.
"Don't you get angry with me?"
Zitong smiled and glanced at him, "Fool, I feel bad for you to be too late, how can you give birth to your anger?"
He froze, and then raised his lips lightly.
Before she came, if someone dared to use a fool to call him, she was afraid that he would be burned as a ashes immediately, but such two words came out of her with her.
The golden shadow on the window flashed, Beichen turned his face sharply.
Looking at the little golden shadow flying over, the arm raised it to fly.
"Don't hurt it!" Zitong was busy pulling his arm.
Bei Chen frowned and looked at the burning sky that was shot down on the ground. The little thing was getting up from the ground at the moment, and a pair of big eyes looked at him dissatisfied.
"Daddy, don't you remember, don't you remember it?"
Daddy?
Beichen was stunned by this name, "Is it dragon?"
"Come here!" Zitong beckoned to Bingtian, and immediately flew over and fell on the bed between the two. Zitong raised his hand to pat his neck as comfort, and then said with a smile to Beichen, "This
Lomon is given to me, it is called burning the sky, and the name is also you.
Bei Chen looked at the small golden thing in front of him, and he was a little hesitant.
He is only used to getting close to Zitong, and others are not used to it.
After taking his palm, Zitong gently put his palm on the neck of burning sky.