At dusk, the sky was gloomy for many days, ushering in the rare sunshine, but unfortunately this was the last afterglow of the setting sun.

On a small hill behind the camp that was about to be evacuated, Han Jing, who cleaned up and drank hot milk, was lying in Ye Tianlong's arms like a well-behaved kitten.

The hills are ordinary, but surrounded by flowers, plants and trees, the cold breeze blows, and the fragrance of nature flows.

Han Jing, who is known for her glamour in fans and circles, is no longer secluded and arrogant. She presents the tender posture of a little woman.

She grasped Ye Tianlong's hand tightly, wishing to hold Ye Tianlong in her palm forever, but she knew something to ask.

Han Jing looked up at the face that had wished to kick more than a dozen feet before, her eyes filled with peace and warmth that she had never felt before.

Just thinking of Wu Lingshuang, Han Jing had a thorn in her heart. She suddenly discovered that she knew almost nothing about Ye Tianlong's background and experience.

Han Jing kissed the back of Ye Tianlong's hand, and then softly said, "Tianlong, can you answer my questions seriously?"

Ye Tianlong didn't make a joke like before: "Okay!"

Han Jing shook Ye Tianlong's hand hard, "What kind of person are you?"

Ye Tianlong was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and replied: "This question is too difficult to answer, but I can tell you that I am not a bad person."

"But you are not a good person either."

Han Jing chuckled, and then the conversation changed: "You have a very strong background? They are all afraid of the Jin family?"

Ye Tianlong responded with a smile: "No, I'm just a grassroots, and I will put some gold on it, a bull-chat soldier who came back from Africa."

"Don't think that the status of the soldier king is so arrogant. Huaxia doesn't know how many soldiers come back every year, and each is more prominent."

"What underground monarch, king's emperor, **** of war in all directions, flame of hell, general zero, shadow soldier front."

Ye Tianlong was ashamed to add: "I am too far behind them."

"To put it simply, a year ago, I had almost no roots in China, so I really did not have a rich and handsome background."

He responded to the woman's strength in his palm: "The brilliance you see now is just my return this year with countless nine deaths."

Han Jing snorted and laughed, her pretty face was bright, and then she nodded: "I believe in you, I can see all your efforts over the past few days."

"Tianlong, do you have a girlfriend?"

Han Jing looked at the camp in the distance: "That Wu Lingshuang...isn't your girlfriend? How many good sisters do you have?"

On this question, Han Jing said calmly, with a joking smile on her face, but her eyes couldn't hide the secret without her.

Ye Tianlong looked at it and felt the tension and worry in her eyes after she asked this sentence.

Ye Tianlong didn't do the same as before, but nodded seriously: "Yes, Ling Shuang is one of my girlfriends..."

"All you see now is Ling Shuang, there are actually many women behind me."

He remembered the surprise when he met Yan Fei: "When I was seven years old, I realized a problem. Beautiful women are the most precious treasure in the world."

"I want to cherish her, love her, protect her, and own her, it may be shameless, but this is really my heartfelt voice."

There was not much hesitation, and there was not much emotion in it, Ye Tianlong spoke directly to Han Jing.

For a woman like Han Jing, lies not only can't deceive her, but will make her more sad.

It's just that these few words, like a hammer, shattered the fluke in Han Jing's heart with a thud, and she couldn't stop shaking.

Han Jing laughed at her arrogance. How could there be no woman in life for a guy like Ye Tianlong who is invincible and able to reach the sky?

Even her coldness can be covered by him, not to mention those beautiful women who are in normal bloom?

Han Jing squeezed hard in her heart, not only did her breathing become stagnant, her eyes also became hollow invisibly, and the happiness and love she had had had waves.

"What you said on the rooftop, you also like me, is it perfunctory to me who may have died at the time, or is it the sincere thought in your heart?"

When Ye Tianlong looked down at Han Jing, Han Jing recovered two minutes of coldness, trying not to let her words get angry and her body to tremble.

She is a strong woman, she never wants people to see the sadness in her heart, even if this person is Ye Tianlong who is moved.

"Sincerely."

Ye Tianlong shook the woman's palm: "I just said that I cherish every angel I meet in my life, and you are also that beautiful angel."

He could only comfort Han Jing, who was in conflict between the three views, with such an expression. He wanted to enlighten her with words, but he understood that it was a deeper hurt.

Han Jing has her own pride. This pride is as precious as the crown. Rather than imposing persuasion, it is better to help her resolve her embarrassment.

Upon hearing Ye Tianlong's response, a smile flicked across Han Jing's sad face:

"Thank you for being honest with me, thank you for treating me as an angel."

Next, Han Jing fell into silence, Ye Tianlong did not speak any more, the two of them just cuddled up like this, two hearts thumping and jumping.

Han Jing did not directly push Ye Tianlong away. She cherished the intimacy for the last time, and felt the breath of a man that was tempted for the first time.

Saying goodbye tonight, she was afraid it would be difficult to see this man who melted her, and she would never feel the pain and joy of the dispute between the two.

Han Jing whispered: "Hold me tight!"

Ye Tianlong used his hands hard, wishing the two to merge.

In the last afterglow of the sky, Han Jing closed her beautiful eyes and hugged Ye Tianlong tightly.

Only ten minutes, but as long as ten centuries.

"Dragon, goodbye."

There was movement from the front, and a familiar voice called. Han Jing slowly opened his eyes, got up from Ye Tianlong, and waved goodbye.

Ye Tianlong didn't speak, but watched Han Jing leave. Han Jing walked out more than ten meters and smiled back:

"If you were the first angel in your life to fall in love with me, would you die for me?"

Ye Tianlong thought for a while, and responded honestly: "Can't assume."

Han Jing smiled: "In other words, is it possible?"

An answer that was obviously not good was turned into the tail of hope by Han Jing. She left a ray of sunshine to herself.

Then, she didn't wait for Ye Tianlong to respond and waved her hand: "Ye Tianlong, it is nice to meet you."

After speaking, she hugged her shoulders and walked forward, her pretty face returned to coldness again, as well as the feeling that strangers would not get close.

She didn't get into the Jin family's convoy, nor did she go to Chu's special car. Instead, she drove a very ordinary jeep, sat in, and closed the door...

When the car started, Han Jing sobbed silently, tears raining...