Yong Buli said this and left behind Zhao Qian.

The woman in black looked at Yong Buyi walking away, took off her mask, and was filled with emotions.

"Yong Buli! I am Su Mengjing!"

However, these words could no longer reach Yong Buli's ears. They could only disappear with the wind, gradually!

At this moment, looking at the retreating figure, I feel reluctant to leave, hoping that he can suddenly turn around and see that I am still there!

The night has grown deep, the moonlight has dimmed, and the crickets have become silent!

The spring leaves have fallen and everything has fallen asleep.

The sea of ​​lovesickness is also quiet and no longer surging.

But Su Mengjing is still there!

Five years of waiting, in exchange for nothing!

Another surprise, but in vain!

Could it be that they were really destined but not destined to each other? Even if Yong Buli's beloved Zizhu died, wouldn't he have a chance?

Looking at the brocade handkerchief in my hand, I burst into tears. Is it possible that in the end I just have to let it go and not disturb it?

"Since we are destined to have no fate, why do you always appear in my world?"

What a helpless word, and what a heartbreaking word.

The years of dancing in the quicksand are pouring out at the fingertips. Perhaps, it is fate that on the familiar bank of the river, there will no longer be an orchid boat urging people to start, nor will there be any back figures holding hands. Perhaps, it is fate, that that river,

From now on, only one song will be sung with a slow voice, and only one low voice will be chanted with a sigh.

In that life, the snow was white, the illusion was pure, the cherry blossoms were blooming all year round, the flower festival was beautiful and danced on the quicksand, and the ruins of the past few lives were lingering, and the lingering fragrance was left behind by gently twirling the flowers in my hands. I can only use the time of shooting stars to drink with you in front of the flowers and under the moon.

Because I want to use the passing sand to melt the wind and snow in your belly.

In that life, half a green lantern, accompanied by ancient Buddhas, the moon and sunset became a jewel, the wind screened the pavilions, the years rolled by soft songs, the smoke warmed the makeup, and the three thousand green silk threads were weak, and I became crazy about dotting for you. I accumulated a lifetime of crazy,

Who can I entrust it to?

"Little Junior Sister, I know you came here secretly alone. Leave quickly. Master will scold you later!"
Chapter completed!