"No!" Feng Lan was very confident, "When you didn't know it was me, you called me donor. After you knew it was me, you called me by my name."
"That's because I know you, and..." Wujiang suddenly paused.
"What?" Feng Lan approached his arms, "I am your closest person, right? I am special to you, boundless, admit it."
Wujiang pursed his lips and said nothing, a bit of struggle flashed in his eyes.
Feng Lan said with a smile: "You once said that you liked a woman wearing white clothes and begonia flowers, sitting under the purple wisteria, looking back and smiling, is she like me?"
Wujiang looked at her in confusion, as if he saw that her hair was combed in a familiar way. After thinking about it, it was Hua Xi's dress when she was a child.
Two years ago, when I first met her, she was still a girl, wearing a snow-white skirt, a simple bun, and two pink begonia flowers...
However, all that has passed.
Feng Lan looked into his eyes, but she really couldn't see any emotion in his eyes. How could she dress up so carefully and leave him indifferent?
"Wujiang, I know you are not a heartless person!" Feng Lan choked, "But why, even though I have done so many things, I can't impress you. Do you know how many times I have lived in the devil world these past two years?
Is it hard?"
"You should be happy, you are the princess of the devil world." Wujiang tilted his head and sighed.
"What about the princess? My mother is unconscious, and my father and brother have been bewitched by Hua Xi. No one loves me." Feng Lan sniffed and shed two lines of tears.
"Hua Xi?" Wujiang looked at her. It turned out that a lot of things happened after Hua Xi went to the devil world.
Feng Lan's pretty face suddenly turned pale, and she murmured: "As expected, you still can't forget her, right? What's so good about her?"
Wujiang pushed her away and said with concern: "Calm down first. You have been here just now, and the demon's bloodline will be affected. Let's heal first."
"I don't want it!" Feng Lan raised her little face, which was full of tears, "Wujiang, tell me, what's wrong with me?"
"Don't think nonsense..."
"Tell me!" Feng Lan grabbed his collar, "Tell me, if there is anything wrong, I can change it! I will be whatever you like, woo woo woo..."
Wujiang looked at her silently, and finally pulled her hand away, holding her soft body and sitting on the ground.
Feng Lan still cried and looked at him, "Just tell me, I will do whatever you want me to do, Wujiang, I really like you."
"I am a disciple of Buddhism and you are the princess of the demon world. There is no possibility for us."
"How could it not be? If not, why would God bring us together? We are already destined."
"It's a bad fate." Wujiang lowered his head and said dullly.
Feng Lan suddenly raised her head and looked at him in surprise, tears falling down her cheeks, looking pitiful.
"So that's what you're thinking in your heart. Do you hate me very much?"
"Thank you for saving me." Wujiang said dryly.
"What I want is not thanks."
"But all I can give is thanks."
Feng Lan clutched his cassock tightly, her cry hoarse, "So, what if the person who saved you was Hua Xi? Is it still a bad fate for you?"
Wujiang was startled for a moment, his eyes flashed, and then he turned away, "Feng Lan, don't force me."
