All kinds of postures and vividness. Only by loving someone to the extreme and carving that person into his bones can there be such a wonderful brush, and the spiritual charm shows the pen-

Many strokes have characters, four or five sentences, or one or two sentences...

The characters are sometimes written in fine brushwork, and every stroke is neat and neat.

Sometimes it's crazy cursive, iron horses and golden swords, and they come to your face-

Master, where are you?

Master, I miss you, when will you pick me up?

Master, how are your injuries? Have you healed?

Master, I'm not lazy. I've been practicing and practicing. If you see me now, you will be shocked. Maybe you will praise me...

Master, I must have made a spooky place! There is not even a living person here.

Master, will you suddenly appear in front of me tomorrow? Come and pick me out?

It’s another lonely day, Master, it’s almost half a year, why haven’t you come yet? Is your injury not healed yet?

Master, I miss you, I really miss you. Have you forgotten me?

Master, have you been unable to find this place? It doesn’t matter, I will try my best to find you...

Master, you said that you will only love me in your life and only accept me as a female disciple. Don’t forget it—

...

Di Shiyin flipped over one by one, his fingers were as pale as if they were spasm. He held the table and shook his body slightly, and his heart was so painful that it was getting a ball of pain.

Each painting has a date, and this stack of painting paper is like her lonely diary here, recording every bit of her daily lovesickness—

"Qingyu..." His fingertips trembled and stroked the lines on each piece of drawing paper, words-

The heart seems to be torn alive-

He could hardly stand, half leaning against the table-

"Qingyu, I'm sorry..." His voice was dull and sluggish, and tears finally rolled out slowly, slipped down, dripping onto a painting...

"Tim Shiyin, you will regret it when you treat me like this, and you will definitely regret it..." This is what she said with her lips when she was dug.

Of course, he didn't agree with it yet. He thought that his plan was the best of all, but he didn't expect it to be a big mistake that could never be saved-

Yes, he regrets it! He has regretted it long ago!

He began to regret when she was in so much pain that he felt so painful.

However, even if you regret it thousands of times, you can't get back to it!

He really can't go back!

……………………

In the twenty-eighth heavens, although she left a lot of things and a lot of breath, he still did not receive half of her soul's breath. He went down from the world again and walked all the places she had walked-

Although most places have been baptized by war, he remembers clearly every inch she has walked.

Now that we are walking back again, the past is coming like a tide.

Memory is like the sharpest knife, cutting his heart inch by inch, like lingchi—

Thinking of you is like being addicted, no matter whether you put it or not, you are already bleeding...
Chapter completed!