Everyone is destined to die, Mu Hanfeng has known this for a long time.
But when they reach this level of strength, they still have a long life waiting for them.
Immortal and immortal, tens of millions of years are just a blink of an eye.
But he realized at this moment that in the next hundreds of thousands of years, if Miao Ling is no longer by his company, her playfulness is gone, her voice is no longer heard, and her smile is no longer seen, then what will happen to him?
These tens of millions of years must have been so long, so tormenting, and so painful...
Brother Hanfeng, take good care of your sister...
The woman's ethereal voice echoed in his ears, but Mu Hanfeng felt a sudden pain in his heart when he heard it. His black eyes locked tightly on the woman in the colorful dress in Lian Zhixin, and she flashed into the lotus.
Arriving in front of Miao Ling.
Looking at the woman in front of her whose body was gradually fading away so close to her, Mu Hanfeng's heart ached slightly.
The man did not speak, but stretched out his hand toward the woman's face and touched her cheek. However, he could not feel any warmth in his palm. The woman's body had already become cold and without warmth. Even that body was cold.
Sometimes it becomes transparent, and the slender fingers can almost penetrate her cheek.
His brows were furrowed, his black eyes were deep and terrifying, his thin lips were slightly opened, but his voice was so hoarse: "Ling'er..."
His voice was clear and hoarse. She wondered if it was Miao Ling's imagination, but she felt a strong sense of fear from Mu Hanfeng's body.
What is he afraid of?
Are you afraid of her leaving?
Without saying much, Mu Hanfeng's heart had already turned into a river of grief. He suddenly pulled the woman into his arms and hugged her tightly with great strength.
It seems that only in this way, only by holding her tightly like this and feeling her breath, can he feel that she really exists and that he has not disappeared yet.
The man's sudden movement made Miao Ling a little overwhelmed. She was hugged tightly by him and felt his body trembling slightly. Miao Ling's heart suddenly hurt.
She has an exquisite heart, and her pure eyes can see through the world, as clear as water, without a trace of impurities.
She could feel the uneasiness and fear coming from Mu Hanfeng's heart, as well as a hint of... despair.
Miao Ling did not push him away, but stretched out her arms to hug his waist, caressed his back, and said softly: "Hanfeng, don't be sad..."
She didn't want to see him sad, she didn't want to see him sad, and she didn't want to make him despair.
However, she had no choice but to do something for him when she finally left.
Mu Hanfeng hugged her tightly, and the woman's voice echoed in her ears. It was light and gentle, but it contained a slight tenderness and love.
She was trying her best to suppress it, so she didn't express her feelings.
Mu Hanfeng is a human being, a living person. He also has feelings and emotions. He also has his own emotions and desires, and he also feels pain.
Hugging the woman in his arms tightly, Mu Hanfeng opened his eyes, and the pain in his black eyes flashed away: "Ling'er, I love you..."
The love in his heart, the hidden feelings, if he doesn't say it now, he is afraid that he will never have the chance to say it out, and he is afraid that the relationship between them will be missed like this with regret.
He was so blind that he kept ignoring the woman around him, her love for him, and her affection for him.