It's actually him?!

Xuanyuan Xuan.

It has been more than two years and six months. I occasionally dream of him in my dreams, but I never thought that after not seeing him for more than two years, he has matured a lot. He is still dressed in white and has an indescribably more perfect face than before.

, no matter where it is, it exudes a charming atmosphere, seduces people's soul, and makes people turn all living beings upside down. However, there seems to be a touch of sadness between the eyebrows, and the eyes are quiet and deep, but there is a vague hint of emptiness and woodenness.

Huang Punuoxi stared blankly at the god-like man walking towards the temple fair step by step, but a faint smile appeared on her lips unconsciously.

She smiled faintly without even realizing it.[

Xuanyuan Xuan slowly walked towards the temple fair amidst the praises of the crowd and the eyes of wide-eyed surprise.

His eyes swept across everyone, but his eyes rested on a handsome and handsome man wearing the same white clothes as him. The man was dressed in white clothes and his skin was snow-white, delicate and smooth, and blended with the smoke under the faint sunlight.

Under the simultaneous shroud, he actually shone brighter and more brilliantly than the night pearl. His doubtful half-squinted phoenix eyes gradually fell on that person with a more scrutinizing gaze. He seemed to be looking at her a little bit?

Why do you see her in him?

There was a mocking arc on his lips, and his eyes showed a bit of pain. It had been more than two years since he had not seen her, so he would not miss her.

As a result, it was wrong.

He regretted it. After she left, for more than two years, he thought about her all the time. Her face often appeared in his dreams. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he found nothing.

There will be a suffocating pain in his heart.

Gradually, slowly, and for a long time, it did not lessen as time went by. Instead, the pain became more and more profound, bit by bit, devouring his heart and corroding his flesh, until the sound of the rotting corpse made him feel sad.

It smells disgusting, but the pain still won't go away.

If he had found out earlier that he loved her, he would not regard her as a sister or a brother who shares life and death, but love, a kind of love that is unique, but cannot be let go, and cannot be forgotten. It is deeply engraved in his heart, and she is as if she is in his body.

Like flowing blood, it was flowing in every part of his body all the time.

Huang Punuoxi felt a touch of sadness, a touch of pain, a touch of despair, and a touch of desolation from his eyes. Her heart suddenly tightened, how could it be possible?

She shook her head slightly. She was shocked by the looks she saw in his eyes. She was stunned and confused. She didn't know what this state of mind was like.

It had been more than two years, and she originally thought he would forget. However, when she saw him again two years later, he no longer wanted to be who he was before. Instead, she saw countless sorrows and unforgettable wounds in his deep and bright eyes.

Pain, that pain, cut into Huang Punuoxi's heart like a knife blade, and the blood began to flow unbridled, without warning, as if it was trying to drain the blood from her body.

She turned her head in panic, not daring to look into his eyes again. She was afraid, she was worried, and she was heartbroken. A variety of complex emotions attacked her heart, which she thought was as cold as the twelfth lunar month.

She took a breath, stabilized her mood, and called to Wang Yaer, who was still in a daze next to her, "Luo Fan, let's go quickly."
Chapter completed!