An Xibi followed Luo Bao, passed through the formation, and finally arrived in front of an exquisite and luxurious courtyard. Luo Bao opened the door, and An Xici followed and walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, the strong smell of blood hit his face, and An Xici suddenly felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and she could no longer walk.
Step by step, she followed Luo Bao into the hall and saw blood stains on the floor. Then she looked along the blood stains and saw a man with disheveled hair, his hands and feet bound by thick iron chains, lying on the ground.
people.
He lay there motionless, as far as the eye could see, everything was black, and there were still wet stains of blood on the floor under him.
An Xiji staggered over and knelt down next to him. Her hands were trembling so much that she couldn't push away the messy black hair. Tears had already fallen down in large drops.
She said she would never cry again.
But she couldn't help it, her tears were like broken beads, and she couldn't control them at all.
She just trembled and pushed away the scattered hair, and then finally saw the familiar face that she had dreamed about for many years. She thought she would almost forget what this face looked like, but at this moment
, she realized that more than ten years had not erased anything, but had made everything more profound. This face was clearly reflected in front of her, and she realized that she had never been willing to forget him even for a moment.
His face was extremely pale, so pale that it was even a little transparent, and there were still blood stains on the corners of his eyes and lips. The excessively pale face was particularly shocking.
An Xici couldn't think of any words to express her mood at the moment. She couldn't say a word, she just lowered her head and gently touched his cold face with her soft lips.
She suddenly remembered the strange dream she had that night when she was in Shancheng.
At this moment she knew it was not a dream.
That night, when he leaned next to her, was he as helpless as she is now, full of dependence, too close and reluctant to let go, so he only dared to use such a temperature to describe his deepest desire.
Her heart hurt as if someone was pinching it, and it felt extra warm and soft because of seeing him.
Looking at him now, she couldn't even imagine how much suffering he endured before he survived, and how he managed to survive in such a torment that was worse than death.
At this moment, she would hate her selfishness. If it weren't for her, he should have been freed long ago!
Now, because of this, he didn't dare to recognize her. He spent so much effort to survive, but he didn't dare to get close to her because he was afraid that she would be hurt...
She didn't need to understand what love was and how much love there was between them. She only knew that at this moment, when she was holding his cold body, his life had merged with hers at some point.
Together. Life and death, love and hate, everything became so unimportant. What mattered was that she could still feel his presence, and they could still hug each other and be so close.
Compared with everything he has endured, what does her twelve years of waiting mean? What does her loneliness, worry, hope or despair mean? An Xijie can't help but feel sorry for this man, because he
What he does will always move her a thousand times more than what he says.