Finally, when she was awake, she said this sentence that made him uneasy in the dormitory these days.
His Luoluo finally stopped clearly at his inner apology.
Su Luo stared at Nangong Liuyun in a daze.
The picture of the day appeared in my mind.
Nangong Liuyun turned around and left, with a decisive back, without any room for maneuver.
Heavy rain, thin figures, crying in despair...
Su Luo pondered for a moment, and his slender hands stroked his hair, and his voice softly: "I had something bad about that day, and I'm not entirely blamed you."
"No, it's my fault." Nangong Liuyun raised his eyes. He was originally indifferent and alienated, and was tender and moving at this moment.
Su Luo smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Nangong, it was my fault. If I hadn't been hesitating and hesitating that day, I wouldn't have misunderstood you."
"Luoluo——" Nangong Liuyun's voice was warm and low, and his hands with distinct joints held Su Luo's hand tightly. The two lonely hearts were tightly entangled and combined into one.
"I regret it very much." Nangong Liuyun sat on the edge of the bed, hugged Su Luo in his arms, put his chin on top of her head, and slowly said.
"If I could be more patient and restrain my temper on that day, you wouldn't..."
When she remembered that Su Luo had been hurt like this by the old witch Yanxia, Nangong Liuyun's face, as thin as Meici, suddenly burst out blue veins, and she was ferocious and violent.
"Master has killed the old witch Yanxia." Su Luo smiled faintly, with a clear smile.
"I didn't kill it myself." Nangong Liuyun was very regretful.
Su Luo looked at Nangong Liuyun, who was wearing a brocade robe in front of her, who was graceful and graceful, and brought elegance and nobility to the extreme, and smiled: "It's okay, she is dead anyway."
"However, Ouyang Yunqi is not dead yet!" Nangong Liuyun clenched his fists slightly.
At this moment, his eyes were deep and cold, like a biting cold light, and his face was full of arrogant strength and domineeringness.
Su Luo's heart twitched slightly.
It can be seen that the arrogant, noble, king-like man in front of him is really thinking about Shangyunqi.
Although he doesn't ask, it doesn't mean he doesn't want to know.
He was so angry that day, which shows how much he cared about. But now he is seriously injured, so he deliberately suppressed it?
The master once said that Yunqi has entered the devil's path. Now, even the master cannot find his whereabouts.
But one day, Yunqi will definitely return the king, then...
Su Luo took a deep breath, took Nangong Liuyun's hand, and stared at him quietly: "Do you believe me?"
Nangong Liuyun nodded without hesitation: "Faith."
No matter what Luo Luo said, he believed it.
No matter what Luo Luo wants, as long as he has it.
This was the oath that Nangong Liuyun had made to him when she saw Su Luo on the verge of death last time.
Su Luo looked at Nangong Liuyun in front of him.
It was the setting sun. In the faint afterglow of the sunset, he looked evil, feminine, dazzling and dazzling.
Such a perfect man, but now she has the possibility of losing him...
Su Luo pursed her thin red lips and finally made up her mind: "Then, it's time to tell you what happened before."
Instead of being stabbed by Yun Qi in the future, it is better to tell the matter out now. If Nangong Liuyun can't accept it at that time... then, it's better to have a short pain than a long pain.