Suddenly a gust of wind blew up the lush and leafy trees on the side of the road, and the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, He Qingqi's eyes were faint, and the coldness in his eyes quenched.

The lines of the cheeks are smoother under the moonlight, and the smooth skin is glowing with cool light, like a star in the dark night.

She glanced at Fang Xuanyao carelessly, and walked away with her long legs in her pocket without reluctance.

Fang Xuanyao sat alone in the pavilion, blinked and shivered inexplicably, unable to find her trace in the world.

She trembled her eyelashes, looking at the sky in a hurry, wondering where the dark clouds that came to cover the star when Wan Lai was quiet, disturbed people's minds, and the air seemed to become thinner.

Fang Xuanyao held her heart and leaned slightly to breathe, but the heaviness intensified with the cooling wind, her heartbeat gradually accelerated, and she seemed to begin the final stage of a 100-meter sprint in her chest.

Is this what she wants?

Saying a stupid thing, and then drew that person's gaze even more unfeeling. Is the sentence "I don't accept" the end of her trip?

No, no!

She suddenly raised her eyes, looked at He Qingqi's back, and clenched her fists.

"He Qingqi!"

He Qingqi paused, but did not look back.

Fang Xuan ran to her quickly, her scattered hair fluttering in the wind.

She didn't want to make He Qingqi unhappy, she hoped that He Qingqi would be happy, even if it was given to her by another person.

Clenching his fingers, the pain continued to spread back into his heart along the limbs, Fang Xuanyao's breathing suddenly became heavy and rapid, and after a few seconds, she returned to peace.

She forcibly refrained from crying, that kind of farewell was too ugly, and she hoped that He Qingqi's memory could be fixed in her most beautiful moment.

So he forced a smile, but his voice trembled with the wind: "You have to treat her well."

"Be nice to yourself, too." Fang Xuanyao's throat smelled of rust, swallowed, and continued with tears in her eyes:

"Don’t be like when you’re with me, just knowing to give blindly, but you can’t even tell if the person next to you is a human or a ghost... You are being protected too innocent. Ask your brothers and them when things happen. They are yours. Family, I will never harm you."

Fang Xuanyao paused, then suddenly lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly: "Of course, perhaps Zhuo Zhiwei will never make you feel this way."

"After all...she loves you so much." The heart was filled with sadness.

He Qingqi turned back abruptly when he heard the words, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at her for the first time today.

She sensitively caught something from the other's words, these things made her heart beat, and the joy of the drum made her anxious, and her throat couldn't help but tremble.

"what did you say?"

"how do you know?"

"Why did you come to such a conclusion?"

A series of three questions asked the place Xuanyao's eyebrows became more bitter. Her eager emotions exposed her inner caring for Zhuo Zhiwei. What in the world is more painful than seeing her lover empathize with her own eyes.

Even, she personally contributed to it.

Sometimes Fang Xuanyao couldn't help thinking, if that person was not Zhuo Zhiwei at that time, would it be two completely different results now.

In the final analysis, she is the one who makes her own.

Fang Xuanyao bit her lower lip, lowered her eyebrows, and asked sadly with her eyes:

"How could I not know?"

"She is in love with my wife."

She chuckled lightly, with a hint of irony in her smile, not knowing whether it was Zhuo Zhiwei or herself.

"She thinks she is very good at covering up, but people who know it will understand. That kind of look has appeared in my eyes, so I am extremely sensitive to it."

"She likes to look at you from a distance, like looking at an unreachable star, and when she sees me, she is shocked, pained, and then still embarrassed."

He Qingqi gazes like a torch, and subconsciously squeezes Fang Xuanyao's wrist, breathing heavily:

"So, so you mean." She was a little incoherent, and her eyes were filled with uncontrollable surprise: "Zhiwei, did she like me in her last life?"

But after the joy, He Qingqi's eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by a complex emotion, and her heart was filled with dense sourness, like countless ants gnawing on her heart.

She whispered: "So she liked me all her life."

He Qingqi's eyes flashed incredibly, and he was short of breath. Recalling the question about her life that night, his throat became dry.

What the **** did she do?

He Qingqi's eyes flickered, and the past flashed like a revolving lantern. At first, it was the refusal to look down on "Occasionally", and then the unintentional tingling of words, and then gradually alienated, but in the end, she was ruined because of her own life.

why.

He Qingqi clenched his fists and pressed his thin lips tightly.

If you like it, why don't you tell her, why keep everything in your heart? Why let her lie in the arms of others, but she is not willing to fight for herself...

Suddenly, he remembered something, and He Qingqi was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Fang Xuanyao said, shame.

She... got married.

In her previous life, Fang Xuanyao was full of eyes and eyes, and she even confessed that she could not look down on anyone. If Zhuo Zhiwei really trampled on her bottom line, she would only get humiliation and disregard...not to mention, she was Zhuo. Zhiwei.

How can Zhuo Zhiwei do things that destroy other people's families?

He Qingqi looked at the ground blankly, and his thoughts formed a net in a mess. The net became tighter and tighter, reaching the heart. After a faint pain, it seemed as if he was suffocated.

She finally understood what she had failed.

It was Zhuo Zhiwei's waiting and silence.

Zhuo Zhiwei once left a tear in her heart, her eyes were still clear and gurgling, but there was an inexplicable emotion.

He Qingqi finally understood what that emotion was, and couldn't stop thinking, how did Zhuo Zhiwei come here in countless nights like that day?

Her gasping voice trembled, her nose was sour, her eyes were covered with a shallow mist, she blinked desperately, glanced around unnaturally, an impulse surged like a tide, and a huge wave was set off in her heart. Almost overwhelmed her.

She wants to see Zhuo Zhiwei.

He Qingqi was very clearly aware of this, and then his heart beat like a wild horse, galloping on the endless grassland.

Fang Xuanyao was stung by her reaction, and she turned her face away and stopped looking at her.

"Yes, she has always liked you."

"But I always stick to my friend's bottom line. Even if I don't like her, I still have to say something." Fang Xuanyao pursed her lips, her voice astringent: "I admire her very much."

"Especially, in this life I accidentally learned about her original family. She grew up in such a deformed family, but she has never been affected. She still maintains a sincere heart, dreams, and insists on something I don’t think. The bottom line of your mind."

"To be honest, I am envious." Fang Xuanyao laughed at herself: "If I could be like her, we would never be where we are today."

He Qingqi sighed, his eyes flashed with helplessness unconsciously, and the corners of his lips curled up, and he sketched the appearance of the man in a white shirt with a stiff back.

It is reserved and elegant, soft and white like moonlight.

She raised her eyes and revealed that she couldn't wait, her voice eagerly: "What happened then? What happened to her after I died? How was she doing? Did my brother vindicate her? Did Chai Xu listen to my care? she was?"

Fang Xuan looked at her steadily. This person didn't seem to know what concealment was. This was the case when she liked herself, but now she likes Zhuo Zhiwei, and this is still the case.

Her love is like fire, like the sun, radiating warmly, shining on her body full of warmth, but she will never feel the discomfort of being baked.

It seems to always face the whole world with that innocent heart.

So... it makes people like it.

Unfortunately, she woke up too late.

There can only be no destiny.

Heart pain and jealousy are mixed with regret. She has long been accustomed to the first two emotions and let regret have the upper hand.

Rarely made a joke: "Do you know that if you ask your former girlfriend about your current girlfriend, you will be beaten."

He Qingqiman didn't care, and sincerely messed up: "If you are willing to tell me, what does it matter if you are beaten."

Fang Xuanyao suffocated her breath, then couldn't help laughing: "You are really..."

Shook his head.

However, she followed her wishes, and all she saw and heard that day confided, as well as He Qingzhou, Chai Xu, and Gu Mingrui.

He Qingqi's eyes gradually became soft, with distress at a glance, and his teary smile was poignant, rippled like a clear spring in a mountain stream.

"Why is she so hard-hearted?"

Immediately, he gave the answer: "Yes, if you don't give up, how can you like me as a **** for so many years."

"I'm such a bastard."

She finally said.

Knowing all this, that impulse was about to break through, and He Qingqi couldn't hold back his footsteps.

There was a moment of silence: "Thank you for today."

"Thank you for being willing to tell me all this. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would never know these things in my life."

"Then... I apologize to you for what happened during the day."

Fang Xuanyao didn't react, "What, what?"

A sly flash in He Qingqi's eyes: "I shouldn't wish you a smooth journey."

Fang Xuanyao suddenly laughed and opened her arms: "Then as compensation, can you give me a hug? Quan said goodbye."

He Qingqi walked backwards, smiling, just when Fang Xuanyao thought she was going to agree, she said:

"No."

The young wind chaser is free and easy: "My family will be slightly angry."

As she likes, it makes people happy.

Turning around and ran towards home, her clear voice was left in the air.

"Although I still can't forgive you, Fang Xuanyao, you are the person I have liked. I wish you all the best."

Fang Xuanyao was startled, looking at her back.

Then he turned around and walked in the opposite direction to her.

Just like the two of them, since then, they are irrelevant.

The wind continued to blow, and Fang Xuanyao's brows trembled, tears scattered like beads all day long.

She knew that this time, it was really over.

The love that had troubled her for most of her life ended with their turning around.

They will all have a new life.

Fang Xuanyao used to be ashamed of this relationship for countless times, but now he is only grateful.

Just as He Qingzhou said, at least in this world, there is one person who truly loved her.

Fang Xuanyao sighed lightly and said, "Thank you."

…

He Qingqi returned home, hurriedly raised the car from the garage, and shouted downstairs:

"Master, grandma, I'll go back."

Grandma He opened the window: "It's so late, what are you going to do?"

He Qingqi only felt comfortable, confident and wanton like never before, and said cheerfully, "Pick up your granddaughter and daughter-in-law."

Grandma He was stunned when she heard the words, and she was overjoyed: "Go, go, go."