The atmosphere in the room was very quiet, no one spoke.
Mu Qingyan smiled bitterly in her heart and slowly raised her eyes. Her blue eyes were as pure as water. Her eyes had returned to their previous coldness and elegance, and the innocent look had disappeared.
Her lips moved, and she wanted to call him, wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.
Jun Qingjue didn't want to say anything more, so she stood up and walked toward the door.
Judging from this posture, he was planning to leave.
Without thinking, Mu Qingyan ran over and blocked his way, spreading her hands to stop him: "Don't leave."
Jun Qingjue glanced at her, his purple eyes were deep and unwavering, and his tone was light but full of majesty: "Get out of the way."
Just two words made Mu Qingyan feel invisible pressure and oppression, as well as a hint of anger.
He is angry.
Mu Qingyan smiled bitterly in her heart again, but she had no reason to blame him: "Jue, I don't want you to leave."
She had something to say and something to do.
The sexy thin lips slowly formed a slight arc, which seemed to be mocking, more like a sneer: "Mu Qingyan, in your heart, who am I?"
The tone was obviously so light, but Mu Qingyan felt that it was as heavy as a thousand pounds. These words were like a big stone, pressing hard on her heart, making her breathless.
Mu Qingyan, who am I in your heart?
One sentence kept echoing in her mind, and Mu Qingyan's face turned slightly pale: "I..."
As soon as he started speaking, he was interrupted by Jun Qingjue's cold voice: "Forget it."
After finishing his words, without even looking at her, he walked around her towards the door, and his figure gradually disappeared into the rainy night.
Mu Qingyan slowly closed her eyes, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and her face felt a little painful.
The sky was dark and terrifying, the storm was still violent, and the thunder was like an angry beast roaring and roaring, which was especially terrifying in this dark night.
Mu Qingyan, who am I in your heart?
Mu Qingyan, who am I in your heart?
…
The man's voice kept echoing in his ears, and the man's cold eyes kept replaying in his mind. There was a faint pain in his heart, and his heart ached.
Taking a deep breath, Mu Qingyan suddenly opened her eyes and ran towards the door without thinking.
The slender and petite figure stood in the rain, enduring the baptism of the violent storm, with the deafening thunder in his ears. With the arrival of lightning, the entire dark sky suddenly became bright as day, and then quickly darkened again.
Coming down, it was dark and particularly scary.
Mu Qingyan stood quietly in the rainstorm without making any movement, her eyes looking directly at Jun Qingjue's room not far ahead, her blue eyes moist.
I don’t know if it’s the rain, or she’s crying. The rain is beating hard on her face, which is painful. The water droplets on her cheeks are rolling down continuously, as if the tears and the rain are merging together.
, it is difficult to distinguish.
She was very afraid of such a dark rainy day, and she was even more afraid of the thunder that sounded like the roar of a beast.
But at this moment, she couldn't care so much anymore, and she didn't even think about it at all. It was too late to think about it. In her eyes and in her heart, there was only the presence of the man in the black robe.
His blue hair was dripping down his back, and his whole body was dripping wet. The coldness in his beautiful face was no longer there, but there was only pain. The sadness in his eyes flashed away. At this moment, he was like a lone wolf who had lost his partner, and his whole body was full of tears.