Jun Wuyao opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw that the little woman in his arms was safe and sound. His heart that had always been held tightly suddenly let go at this moment.
With great difficulty, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood on the woman's cheek, but there was more and more blood on her cheek.
His eyes were fixed on the woman, a smile flashed in his eyes, and his thin lips opened slightly, full of affection and tenderness: "Qing'er, you... said, forgive me... unless... I... die, yes
You, I... never eat... words."
Although the man's voice was intermittent and extremely labored, his voice was extremely gentle.
Listening to the man's deep voice and looking into those affectionate eyes, the tenderness and deepness in his eyes were so familiar, but it hurt the woman's heart.
Echoing the cold and decisive words he said not long ago, Qingyuan's pupils felt sour, and a drop of crystal liquid overflowed from his eyes, slid down his cheek, and dripped on the man's cheek.
"Qing'er, are these tears... for me?"
A sudden pain hit her heart, twitching slightly, as if her heart ached for the man's imminent departure, and painful. Qingyuan clutched her dress tightly, but her body couldn't stop trembling, and one hand trembled.
He stroked Jun Wuyao's cheek and said, "Madman! You are really crazy!"
Although he was shouting and scolding, the usual coldness was no longer there, replaced by trembling and fear.
"Qing'er..."
"Jun Wuyao, please listen to me. I have never wanted you to die, never. Don't you want me to forgive you? I want you to be well and stay with me, just like you did before.
, guard me by my side. If you dare to die, I will never forgive you!"
Jun Wuyao smiled softly, his eyes full of infatuation, but a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Qing'er, why...make things difficult for me like this."
If it had been before, he would have been very happy and excited hearing these words. What he had been looking forward to and what he wanted to get has finally come to fruition. But now...
The bitter smile at the corner of her mouth became stronger and stronger, and it stung Qingyuan's heart even more. Her heart throbbed fiercely: "Qing'er...I asked you before, but now, I want to
Ask again...again, I just want to hear the answer from your heart. Do you still...like me?"
The man's purple eyes no longer had the brilliance of the past, but became dull, but he could not hide the expectation in his eyes, and the fear deep in his eyes was fleeting.
Although he disappeared very quickly, he was still captured by Qingyuan. His eyes were closed in pain and his lips were biting tightly.
The man's breath became weaker and weaker, as if he would leave with the wind in the next second: "Qing'er..."
Qingyuan took a deep breath, opened her eyes, her pupils were still moist, and there was deep distress and fear: "No matter you are perverted, domineering, or strong, you are always the person I like, and you have always been.
Yes. Even if you didn't believe me and hurt me thousands of years ago, my feelings for you have not changed. Not only have they not faded, but they have become stronger and stronger."
She once hated him very much, but as deep as her hatred was, so was her love. She knew that her heart had been completely sunk, and there was no possibility of taking it back.
After listening to the woman's words, Emperor Shitian's eyes not far away moved slightly, and a touch of bitterness spread in his heart, but he did not step forward to disturb her.
A gleam of light rose in the dim purple eyes, Jun Wuyao's body trembled slightly, and his heart, which had been cold and lonely for a thousand years, finally returned to its normal beating.
The man stretched out his hand to cover Qingyuan's cheek, and a gentle smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and he was extremely graceful: "Qing'er... I love you..."
As the voice fell, the man's slender white fingers slowly slid down, and his eyes slowly closed. The next second, his body quickly faded, turning into a shadow, and then merged with the surrounding air.