"Xue Yi..." Ling Xiyue's heart suddenly sank and she was silent for a moment, "Where is he."
Rong Pei pointed to the highest and exquisite attic, "There has been no news about the people sent out. Xueyi was very worried and followed him out. He was looking for you all night, fearing that you would be kidnapped by the ghost clan. Xueyi
I also went to visit the ghost clan’s ancestral hall, and I’ve just come back.”
I heard that I met Xuan Ye and the two commanders from the ghost tribe. Although I heard that this girl is extremely clever and still has hundreds of years of skills from the high priest in her body, she faced Xuan Ye and the two commanders from the ghost tribe.
, still can’t help but worry.
Fortunately, fortunately, I finally came back intact!
Ling Xiyue's eyes darkened a little more, "Aunt Pei, I'm fine, I'm just chasing..." She paused and then said, "I lost my way outside the city and encountered a little problem, so I can only wait for dawn.
Come back again.”
"It's okay." Rong Pei felt relieved.
Ling Xiyue nodded "Yeah" and walked towards the attic.
The architectural style of Piaoxue Building in the entire Chaoshan City can be said to be unique. It is based on log color and snow white, and has a simple and majestic sense of grandeur. It also has the charm and elegance of Jiangnan minor tunes.
On the top of the triple pavilion, there are simple tables, tea sets, bookshelves, desks and chairs.
The snow-white curtain was embellished with fine gold-like colors by the endless rays of the sky, but the breeze that stirred it was a bit cold, and penetrated into the attic in waves.
Ling Xiyue walked into the door and paused, causing the gauze curtain to flutter slightly.
She paused for a moment, suddenly feeling conflicted that she didn't dare to step into it again. There was something inside that she couldn't bear even more.
"Aunt Pei?" The man's elegant and gentle voice, now slightly hoarse and tired, came out faintly, but it seemed as if he was suppressing endless melancholy and was about to burst out, "Is there no news about Xiyue yet..."
Ling Xiyue pursed her lips and walked in slowly with gentle hands and feet.
Looking at the man sitting behind the desk with his hand on his forehead, his eyes slightly closed, and his face tired, he looked like a solitary ice flower floating there in the snowy sky. The golden glow outside the window reflected on him, showing no warmth at all.
, but seemed more and more cold and lonely, "Xueyi, it's me."
Nalan Xueyi opened her eyes with a swish, and her thick eyelashes were instantly dyed with the golden light of the early morning. She looked over and said, "Xiyue."
He stood up, walked several times faster than usual, and arrived at Ling Xiyue's side in the blink of an eye.
"Are you okay?" He put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her intently with his dark eyes.
Ling Xiyue had never seen Nalan Xueyi look like this, which could be called "hurried". It was completely different from his past, indifferent and lonely, with the posture of an immortal who could sit still as calm as a mountain even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of his eyes.
"It's okay, it's okay. What can happen to me?" Ling Xiyue grinned and said calmly, "It's my fault that made you and Aunt Pei worry. I encountered an accident, so I didn't get away for the time being."
Nalan Xueyi's dark eyes were deep, and his eyes followed the black cloak covering her body and looked into her eyes, "Really?"
For some reason, Ling Xiyue always felt that his eyes were a little weird today, and there were too many things in them that she couldn't understand. In addition to the strongest worry, there seemed to be a little bit of "fear".
And this fear was not that she was in danger, but that she was afraid of other problems, making her unsure of what they were.
The words also contained a bit of ambiguity and the meaning was unclear.
"Of course it's true." Ling Xiyue smiled at the corner of her mouth, waved her hand away, and smoothly and without leaving a trace, she took Nalan Xueyi's hand away from her shoulder and looked at her whole body.
"Look at me, don't you think I'm fine? Don't worry, I'm the best at running away!"
"You can't beat me, why don't you know how to run away?"
"If I run away now, there are really not many people in the world who can catch me..."
However, her teasing words did not make Nalan Xueyi's face relaxed at all. On the contrary, his eyes became more and more obscure, making Ling Xiyue return to the awkward and awkward situation.
"Xiyue..." Nalan Xueyi's voice was a little dry.
Those dark pupils were like the sky in the middle of the night, or like a mirror, reflecting her shadow so clearly and obviously.
Who is Xuan Ye, the son of the Ghost King? But why is he so similar to Bei Chenyan? Xiyue met him and stayed with him all night. She was so abnormal from the moment she met Xuan Ye.
He is not Beichenyan!xdw8
Xiyue really didn't think of anything?
Maybe Ling Xiyue herself didn't realize that all her behaviors from last night to now were out of order, but Nalan Xueyi could see it clearly. From the perspective of a bystander, someone who loved her deeply and had eyes full of
It’s all from her man’s perspective!
"Xue Yi..." Ling Xiyue's eyes dimmed, as if she had decided something. She raised her eyes to meet the man's eyes, "Actually, there is something I have always wanted to tell you, but you may not be able to accept it."
"But I think if you really want to marry me, oh no, I should say you really want to marry Ling Xiyue, the old me, I should tell you."
Nalan Xueyi looked at her and remained silent.
His face, as cherry-like as snow, was slightly pale at this time, so white that it was almost transparent.
Ling Xiyue frowned, she thought for a moment, and finally said, "I don't even remember what happened before, so you should forget it too. I'm really sorry, but I'm not her, and I'm not the one you want to marry."
Man, I have always treated you as a confidant and friend, just like a brother."
She looked at him, her eyes full of expectation, "Can you understand?"
Perhaps, Xueyi is obsessed with Ling Xiyue, who is engaged to his childhood sweetheart, rather than her, the outsider who even she herself feels is about to be separated.
Before, it was just a vague feeling in her dream, but after meeting Xuan Ye, she really felt like she was going to be torn apart by this feeling!
Nalan Xueyi's lips, which were originally bloodless, turned a bit whiter.
"No, it's you." Nalan Xueyi's indifferent voice carried a kind of certainty. This kind of certainty was not only because he personally sealed the memory of the woman in front of him, but also because of the feeling in his heart, "Xi Yue
, it’s always been you, never changed.”
No matter what she looked like, whether she remembered those things or not, he would still recognize her.
Ling Xiyue closed her eyes, feeling confused. She couldn't be direct and Yan Ming was afraid of being regarded as an alien monster. She was a little anxious for a moment, "Xueyi, why don't you understand? You don't understand what I mean. I really am not
The person you like."
"The one who doesn't understand is you, Xiyue." Nalan Xueyi took a step back, and her thin figure seemed to stagger.
Only then did Ling Xiyue notice something strange about Nalan Xueyi. She glanced at it, and large traces of blood pierced her eyes!