The scenes of the past in the pavilion echoed in my mind, and I couldn't suppress them no matter how hard I pressed them.

Like a poisonous thorn vine, it spreads endlessly with a touch, crushing the bitterness, turning into endless pain and flowing to the limbs and bones.

At that time, he didn't understand, and he didn't know his own feelings, so he could only stay alone in the pavilion after the man left and drink to relieve his sorrow, trying to use the intensity of the wine to destroy all the overwhelming emotions that broke the dam, and even more deceiving himself.

And now,

He finally understood,

There is no way to deceive myself again.

But it's too late.

As early as when he didn't know it, the direction of the matter had been pushed by himself into an irreversible and unfathomable abyss.

Mo Liyan stood quietly in the pavilion, his fingertips streaked across the cold tabletop that was still stained with the snow. He suddenly seemed to feel the temperature that was even colder than the snow.

King Jin stared at the pavilion, his eyes dark and dark, and interwoven with faint and broken light and shadow.

His expression was always cold, but only he knew what it felt in his heart.

At the beginning...

If he is not so proud, not so conceited, not so decisive.

Perhaps everything will move towards another extreme of things.

But in this world,

Never before.

He doesn't need to...

Desire for the past.

Never need it.

When I left the palace, the night fell.

Mo Liyan walked out step by step, feeling the cool temperature of the wind and snow seeping into his bone marrow. His eyes were calm and silent like an ice-cold pool, and his expression was lonely and cold as if he was not returning.

until--

At that moment, he seemed to have raised his eyes casually, and as if he was destined to glance in another opposite direction, and bumped into his eyes.

It is dazzling and dazzling as blood.

At that moment,

All consciousness seems to be plundered, and time is like a still abyss.

Mo Liyan's eyes were locked on the girl's eyebrows and eyes, and she stood there without blinking, without moving at all.

It's really her.

It's Lingbai.

The scene just before the banquet was not an illusion, but a real existence and happening.

only……

She didn't want to pay attention to him,

That's all. Almost uncontrolled,

Or instinctive,

He has already walked towards that person.

This was their first official meeting after the battle was over.

Ranbai stood there, leaning against the carriage, playing with the hanging tassels indifferent mood.

A clean and cold fragrance lingers.

The girl stared at Liusu, her eyes calmly.

Mo Liyan looked at the person in front of him. When he knew that he actually liked Ranbai, he was unbelievable and even difficult to face. But now, he was standing in front of the girl, with a completely different state of mind, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

The God of War, who looked tall and deserted, was so stiff at this moment, lowering his eyelashes gently, and his deep and beautiful pupils reflected the girl's shadow. His expression seemed calm and cool, but it was a little uncontrollable.

His thin lips lightly opened, his voice was light and hoarse, and he put it very low, "Last time..."

"King Jin doesn't need to tell me." Ranbai lowered his eyes, a little lazy and distracted, and he didn't care about everything around him. He didn't lift his eyes, and his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally passed the soft whip on his waist, "I don't know."

"Oh, by the way." Ranbai suddenly thought of something, suddenly curled his lips and smiled evilly, his eyebrows were as bright as picturesque, but also covered with layers of coolness. "Forgot to congratulate King Jin, right?"

Congratulations?

Her congratulations,

Whether it is to her or to him.

All are the biggest irony.

Therefore, Mo Liyan's expression was calm and said in a light and elegant tone: "No need."

Mo Yue was the reason for this serious illness, or maybe it was in front of her,

He had a lot of coldness and a rare gentleness, but his nobleness and arrogance did not reduce his arrogance. Standing in the snowy night, he had a great temperament, independent of the world, slender and straight body, lonely and straight as pine and bamboo.

"Yes." Ranbai laughed indifferently, and did not take it to heart. Her delicate and dark eyebrows raised a cold curve, and her voice was cold: "King Jin returned from victory and achieved success and fame. Congratulations and blessings are indispensable."

Before going to the war,

She once wished him to be defeated on this trip and not to return to the capital.

But he still failed to return triumphantly as she wished.

But those words that once were never erased, seem to be engraved in the bones, and every word is like a sharp blade hurting people, and thousands of arrows piercing the heart.

It turns out that breathing can be a very difficult thing.

Mo Liyan was quiet for a while, his face was as cool as water, and half of his fair face was hidden by the shadow of the night. He could not see it clearly, and naturally he could not see his shaking eyes clearly.

"Then I will congratulate you and congratulate me too." Ranbai pondered for a moment, and a little mocked. The narrow and long and intoxicating peach blossom eyes carried three-point cold and three-point smile, and the tone could not hear any emotion. It was strange and ruthless in the middle of the night.

Every word kills the heart.

She said: "I wish you a bright future for the rest of your life and never meet me again."

I wish him

I'm still wishing her,

It doesn't matter.

At that moment, Mo Liyan forgot to react, or he could no longer react.

The world is like a still deep sea, without any turbulence, but it can destroy all strangeness and silence.

And he,

In that moment,

Falling into the abyss.

a long time,

Mo Liyan finally realized his consciousness gradually, but that sentence was like a sharp sword and cold sword carved up. With such strength, even his soul felt a deep and violent and strange pain.

A bright future.

I won't meet her again.

What a irony,

How cruel.

Ranbai asked: "Can you agree with King Jin's wish?"

Mo Liyan stared at the girl's eyes, which he had been interested in after seeing Ran Bai for a few times. The expression brewing in it was once what he liked and once disliked.

And now,

He just looked at those eyes without hesitation, and couldn't explain what the purpose was. He just wanted to see something else from Ranbai's eyes, familiar and unfamiliar.

As long as you must not be dazzling and always indifferent.

He paused word by word: "What if I say something is incompatible?"

"Then there is nothing to do." Ranbai leaned back lazily, and his eyes did not have any turbulence.

And after a long silence,

Mo Liyan finally confirmed something.

He withdrew his gaze that had been staring at Ranbai's eyes, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he tried to cover up all his at a loss. He only heard the young King Jin say a simple sentence in a very calm and elegant tone, which was slightly abrupt and seemingly appropriate.

"You did it."

It sounds like there is no cause or consequence.
Chapter completed!