Can Biyun come back? What will happen if she doesn’t come back? What will she become like?

With so many questions lingering in her heart, she was troubled and helpless. How she wished she could stay with Yan Junqing for the rest of her life, forever and ever...

Yan Junqing gently tucked Ye Jiangxue's hair behind her ears. His silver, frost-like hair and Ye Jiangxue's black, waterfall-like hair were entangled with each other and could not be separated. His pale and plain hands held Ye Jiangxue tightly.

Jiangxue's sallow and weak hands are no longer calm.

Love can change many things, and the ones that change the most are probably those who fall deeply in love.

His loving and painful eyes were fixed on Ye Jiangxue. He was indifferent and elegant, just like a beautiful and elegant ink painting. In this way, the country is so delicate, and the beauty is even more enchanting.

The night was as cold as water, and the moonlight poured between the tassels of silk yarn. The fox eyes dotted with snow and ink at night stared at Yan Junqing, forcing a smile. The scene in front of her eyes was blurry. After all, she still couldn't resist the sleepiness after the poisonous hair.

Fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the pale and haggard Ye Jiangxue with pitying eyes and furrowed brows, Yan Junqing couldn't help but draw back her sleeves again to channel some inner energy to her.

The few internal forces that were already there were once again sent to Ye Jiangxue. Yan Junqing could not hold on after all, and his eyes flickered with pain.

In an instant, his bright purple eyes glowed with a bright and moving purple color.

Immediately, the beautiful and cold eyes changed rapidly, sometimes dark and deep, desperate and sad, sometimes purple light, tangled and proud.

Gradually, the bright purple light slowly faded from the bottom of his eyes. Yan Junqing finally let go of Ye Jiangxue as if exhausted. He didn't have time to put her on the pillow. He felt overwhelming fatigue and despair surge in. He stood up quickly, and he

Point the tip gently, fly up, and go straight to the peach blossom forest.

That night, in the sky above the Imperial Palace, a white figure stumbled, sometimes using Qinggong to gallop quickly, sometimes stumbling to stand on the ground.

Finally, Yan Junqing suppressed the soul deep in his heart that was about to come out.

He stumbled and leaned against the peach tree covered with green leaves, looking haggard and embarrassed, and his silver hair was messy on his shoulders.

The tips of his proud brows were furrowed, and his deep eyes exuded a dark purple light. Despair flowed like a small stream in his eyes.

No one has ever seen Yan Junqing like this. That elegant and elegant man, who seems to be from another world, is now leaning against the dark brown tree trunk in a miserable state.

Pain flashed between his brows, and suddenly he felt darkness in front of his eyes and a tightness in his chest. Then, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, like plum blossoms in bloom, charming and heart-wrenching.

He knelt down in front of the peach blossom tree in embarrassment. His face was as pale as paper in pain, and he couldn't help but groan.

I almost... failed to control this soul named Wen Zhijun. But luckily... luckily, I came out in time and did not hurt Jiangxue...

Even in such a situation, he was still so lucky that she was the only one in his heart.

However, he did not see a bright yellow figure behind the peach blossom forest. He was weak and weak, holding on to the dark brown peach blossom trees to support his slender body. He was shaking with pain and could not speak a word.
Chapter completed!