He was always considerate and gentle towards her, followed her, pampered her, doted on her, and did whatever she wanted. He never asked, as long as she was happy.
She wants to go up through mountains of swords and seas of fire, no problem, stay with her until the end.
She turned around and left with a smile, looking at his back, Yue Ye couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude and guilt in her heart.
But Zhan Ye was here and it was not the time for her to think wildly, so after sorting out her emotions for a while, she smiled and said, "Let's go for a walk together."
Zhan Ye said nothing, turned around, and walked slowly and leisurely.
In early spring, peach blossoms and pear blossoms bend the branches in the yard, and the petals fall with the wind and fall all over the ground.
Stepping on the thin petals, the light footsteps landed silently and quietly, as if there was no one behind them.
Zhan Ye frowned slightly, then suddenly turned around, and what he saw was a beautiful face with a smile on his face.
The dark eyes are shining with hope, with a quiet smile, the bridge of the nose is small and beautiful, the lips are like peach blossoms blooming on the branches, fresh and pink, the curvature of the corners of the lips is very soft, and the pointed chin is delicate and beautiful.
"When I saw this face for the first time, I felt it was very strange." Yue Ye said, stroking her face gently. The main reason for Zhan Ye's silence was probably because of this unfamiliar face.
"Actually, whatever you become will be fine." Zhan Ye said in a low voice.
Yue Ye raised her head and looked into his eyes, and said frankly: "Thanks to the thousand-year black purple turtle shell you sent me, I left early because of something else that day..."
"I know." Zhan Ye showed a rare smile, and his handsome and cold face became a bit softer because of that smile, "Xitian, we are never destined to be destined. Is this destined by heaven?"
Yue Ye was startled, she didn't expect that Zhan Ye, who had always been so indifferent, would actually believe in the theory of destiny.
She frowned lightly, watching the smile on Zhan Ye's face slowly turn bitter. She opened her mouth slightly, feeling sad for a while. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.
"No need to say anything." He shook his head gently, raised his hand, brushed away a strand of black hair scattered on her face, and touched her face lightly with his fingertips. He hesitated for a moment, but still endured the pain in his heart.
Desire, move your fingers away.
"I don't want to see you looking sad, can you smile?" The voice was low and slightly hoarse.
Yue Ye raised the corners of her mouth, trying to force out a smile.
Zhan Ye laughed softly and seemed to feel a little more cheerful. He raised his hand and looked at the falling flowers. He had a peaceful expression among the flying petals.
"I have always thought before that if I had protected Beiyue and taken care of Beiyue since she was a child, then our ending would have been different."
As he said that, he paused and smiled a little self-deprecatingly.
"Now I understand that even if I go back in time, nothing will change. The person I like is always far away from me..."
Zhan Ye has always been a taciturn person. He has been cold and unapproachable since he was a child. But today he spoke so much all at once, which made Yue Ye's heart suddenly feel like he was holding something back, and he felt depressed.
Looking at Zhan Ye from behind, his back was tall and slender, like a tall mountain peak, shielding her from the wind and rain.
But such a strong back seemed to her at this moment to be a bit fragile and lonely.
After losing Ying Ye, the invincible Prince Zhan Ye seemed to suddenly become very vulnerable.
