Chapter 62 Dialogue

"Forget it or deny it, but after all, you came here, didn't you? Aqiong?"

and Qiong originally wanted to defend, but the murmur that seemed to penetrate the past and present life made her feel like a ache in her throat, and the sourness could not be blocked, full of her throat.

She stopped talking, but suddenly became disgusted with her name. Aqiong, Aqiong... What is this?

Shui Yi looked at the opposite woman quietly. With her eyes down, she couldn't see the endless tenderness and blue eyes under the man's mask, which were soaked in endless tenderness and a trace of sadness, and looked at her quietly. The memory surged in unstoppably: silent, flamboyant, introlent, cold... All kinds of joys and sorrows are clear.

It turns out that they have never been too dim in the corner of memory, even for ten years!

"She told me to wait for her, even if I saw her body. What do you think is the belief that made her make such a covenant with me?

He threw the question to the silent woman, waiting for her answer.

Hearing the words, he and Qiong touched his whole body, and the trembling sky was suddenly cut open by a thorny lightning. The nightmare flashed in her spell-like words for many nights--

Even if you see my corpse, don't believe that I'm dead!

Even if you see my corpse, don't believe that I'm dead!

Even if you see my body, don't believe that I'm dead...

"No, don't..." The heart seemed to be missing a corner. The heartbreaking pain hit the incomplete wound bluntly, covering the chest, and shaking her head with Joan.

"You know, she is stingy and the most stingy to promise. She said that it would be a very faceless thing if she couldn't do it, but I believed the promise at the top of the cliff. Even if she died, I still chose to believe it."

He spoke quietly like a bystander, and his tone was smooth and undulating. Did he put it down and look away, or was it another kind of persistence?

The knuckles that pulled her chest had turned white, and Qiong closed her eyes tightly, so that people could not see her already wet eyelashes. Every time he said a word, every time he said a story between him and Xi Xinmiao, all kinds of joyful, painful, reunion and separation appeared in front of him, as if he had experienced it himself. That kind of empathy, at that moment, she even gave birth to the illusion that she was Xi Xin Miao.

"You also hurt, don't you?" The shabby low voice like Hu Qin was close at hand in an instant. He opened his eyes wide in consternment, and the emotions in his eyes collided with the deep blue eyes that knew everything. Forgetting the reaction, he could clearly see her astonishment and embarrassment at this time in his naked eyes under his mask.

The jade-like hand held her, which was slightly cool. She trembled, but he didn't allow her to escape.

"It's even the pain, and we're together," he held her hand to his chest. "Since there was a wound on it, it can't heal. It's connected with each other and feels each other. You can't deny it."

"I--"

She suddenly raised a panic. She couldn't explain what he said, but the uncertainty in her heart became more and more intense. Suddenly, a blank loss hit her flashing eyes.

He looked directly at her and was about to drown her, but she panicked and just wanted to escape. "I, I don't know, I just want to be alone." She broke free from his confinement and ran away in a panic.

This time, the water did not chase it again, but his eyes followed the figure who almost fled, and his eyes were deep.

"Tomorrow is his birthday."

After seeing the figure paused slightly, it disappeared around the corner, and the water finally withdrew his sight.

His eyes looking at the sky are still deep, and it brings the emptiness beyond the world.

"Ten years, Ajoon, we owe him ten years..."

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She and Joan never felt more embarrassed than this moment. At the beginning of meeting them, she seemed to be doomed to be a deserter. When she got here, even she felt that she didn't look like herself. Sometimes the sensibility is a mess, and sometimes the guilt is confused.

When she met them, in addition to her inexplicable familiarity, her deep guilt swept over her whole skin like a tide. She didn't understand, but she became more and more irritable.

She sighed softly for a frustrated defeat that had never been seen before.

Looking up, the three words of Han Miaoju were printed into the eyes. She was slightly stunned. Did she come here unconsciously?

She turned around and wanted to leave, and the sound of opening the door behind her stopped.

Fee the gaze of that line of sight, and turn around with Joan, but look straight at the teenager.

Clear, there seems to be a slightly invisible look in the bottom of the eyes. It is neither cold nor warm, but it is tightly twined like a breeze, contradictory and complicated.

And Joan suddenly didn't know what kind of expression to treat. After a long time, they unconsciously spit out a sentence of "what a coincidence", and then pulled out a smile that they didn't know how stiff they were.

Only in front of this ten-year-old teenager can she restrain all her sharpness. She can't tell whether she is sympathetic or guilty about the child's complex mood.

Ten years of loneliness, after all, she has her share. Thinking of this, He Qiong's heart was even more weak. She just wanted to oil the soles of her feet quickly.

"I - can I talk to you?"

When Shui said this lightly, there was a slight hesitation in his eyes, but when he finished speaking, he changed to calm. She can even see a little expectation from her clear eyes.

This is a request without any coercion. She couldn't refuse.

Following the teenager to a forest, Joan knew that it was his private territory. In a sea of bamboo, the emerald green is reflected, and the sky is sporadically bright. The teenager stands quietly and looks at her, with a gentle spirit. Even the roadlessness stained with killing and abuse shows a little cleverness.

Shui Qingyan did not speak immediately, but just looked at the woman standing opposite him with his eyes. Her face is not excellent, but it has another charm. Looking at her, he can always give birth to a kindness.

Even though he has been cold for many years, he always wants to get close to her inexplicably. Isn't this the so-called mother-child nature?

Thinking of those four words, the water's eyes flashed slightly, as if there was a soft light, and the no way around the waist seemed to have a soft softness.

The realm of the unity of human and swords is that the hearts and minds are connected. How can its owner not know the pleasure of the Tao at this moment? The slender hand stroked the hilt of the sword, and he hooked his lips slightly. Then he raised his eyes and looked at the unknown woman.

"Aunt Bing said that the place where my mother practiced was a bamboo forest, so I also found this place."

"Yes, is it?" He Qiong was slightly stunned. Aunt Bing in his mouth should be Bing Ning. So did the child take this bamboo forest in memory of his mother?

"She has taken care of you all these years?"

"Aunt Bing, it's unforgettable."

He barely pulled up a smile and couldn't stop his bitterness. Well, you should be filial to her.

A stubborn figure appeared in his mind, with a cold face and no smile, but an ice girl who was loyal to Xi Xinmiao. In the blink of an eye, she was already old enough to be called Aunt Bing by her child. Time is really in a hurry.

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