After leaving the room, Wen Qian walked in the silent corridor.
The words of the clan leader kept echoing in her ears, and the past events appeared before her eyes like a phantom.
She was shocked to realize that the happy times she spent with Wu Xuanye had become increasingly blurry.
The only thing that is profound is that heartbreaking and heartbreaking past.
For Wu Xuanye, is this also the case?
Wen Qian walked aimlessly, her heart full of sadness.
Unknowingly, she walked near the main hall and heard Wu Xuanye's voice: "Tomorrow is the three-day period. Life or death will be determined by fate by then. I will not show mercy."
Xiao Chengyi snorted: "You'd better think carefully about any unfulfilled wishes."
Wu Xuanye ignored him and stood up. When he saw Wen Qian standing not far away, he walked over and asked, "Why are you out?"
Wen Qian came back to her senses, forced out a smile and said, "I'm bored, come and take a look."
Wu Xuanye held her hand, took her back to the room and said, "You must be tired after a day out, so go to bed early."
Wen Qian was full of worries and was not sleepy at all. She asked: "Are you really going to fight His Highness the Crown Prince?"
Wu Xuanye said: "It's not that I insist on fighting with him, but that he is determined."
He patted Wen Qian's hand and said, "Don't worry, it's not like you don't know what I'm capable of."
Wen Qian suddenly hugged his waist and said, "It's not worth it for me."
Wu Xuanye's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "You're talking nonsense again. If you're not worthy, then who is?"
Wen Qian raised her head to look at him, her eyes covered with a thin layer of mist.
She reached out and touched his eyebrows, as if she wanted to remember him.
Engraved in the bones and soul.
Wu Xuanye held her hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qian shook her head, her voice choked with sobs: "I just feel like you can't get enough of it."
After leaving southern Xinjiang, she had described his appearance countless times.
However, no matter how I draw it, it doesn’t look like it.
Later, her painting was burned by Wu Mubai. He was so angry that he lost his gentle mask on that day, and his jealousy made him completely different.
He pressed her on the couch and said with red eyes: "Is he that good?
It's obvious that I met you first, and it's been three years, why can't you forget him!"
At that time, she looked at the man in front of her with eyes filled with hatred.
She used the most unbearable words to humiliate him and curse him, and Wu Mubai, who lost his mind, also exhausted all his respect and patience for her.
That was the darkest day in her life, when all her hopes were shattered.
She will never, ever return to the one she loves.
"Qianqian."
Wu Xuanye saw her eyes full of tears. He frowned and gently brushed away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Why are you crying again?"
Wen Qian realized that she was a little out of sorts. She wiped her tears and said, "It's okay. You should go back and rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a knock on the door outside.
Wu Xuanye turned around and opened the door, only to see Chu Liancheng standing outside the door, his face pale.
He looked at Wu Xuanye, and finally his eyes fell on Wen Qian.
Xiao Chengyi has already told him that Yun Xi is no longer Yun Xi, but the saint Wen Qian.
Regardless of his injury, he came here just to see for himself whether it was true.
However, when he saw Wen Qian's unfamiliar eyes, he believed that this girl was indeed not Yun Xi.
Chu Liancheng didn't know why it happened like this, but obviously everything happened because of his sword.