The room was quiet for a long time, with no response.

The cold sword was unsheathed and let out a roar that cut through the air. The slender fingers clasped the delicate hilt and lifted the curtain under the bed——!

The man squatted dumbly under the bed, completely exposed. His white skirt was cold and delicate, and his black hair was tied with a white hairband. Under the dimming moonlight, he was most touching.

At this moment, his cheeks were bulging, and he swallowed the osmanthus wine with difficulty. He still held a jar of osmanthus wine in his arms, raised his eyes, and stared at Xie Xun in shock.

Xie Xun looked at her in shock as well, as her eyes slowly moved down and landed on her loose and exposed clothes.

"..."

"..."

"Nice waist." Meng Tang'an couldn't help but praise him. She had a clear conscience. Her words really meant it sincerely and there was absolutely no blasphemous meaning.

Xie Xun finally woke up and tied up his belt in a hurry. His fingertips were shaking so much that he failed to tie it up several times. He looked at her with bottomless eyes, sunk in the moonlight, forbearance and restraint, which made people think of Wanli.

The loneliness of mountains and rivers!

Meng Tangan ran into his eyes without any warning.

That look in her eyes gave her some indescribable palpitations, as if the mountains were roaring and the tsunami was roaring, but she was also cold and quiet.

This feeling was quickly dissipated by the sweet-scented osmanthus wine. She choked and coughed twice, and gestured with her eyes at the current posture of the two people. It was indeed a bit weird.

"You don't have to stare at me like that." She smiled, climbed out from under the bed with difficulty, hugged the wine jar, patted the dust on her dress, and explained sincerely, "I didn't mean to get into your bed.

Bottom..."

Xie Xun looked at her steadily and said nothing, as if a string was so tight that it would break at any time, which made people a little scared.

He is about to die in his dream.

Is it...an illusion again?

Meng Tang's heart was filled with anxiety. Under the other person's gaze, he always felt as if he had committed some heinous crime and almost swore to heaven!

"I'm sorry, this is a misunderstanding. I'm borrowing your bed. I'm not a flower picker, although you are indeed pretty...

She smiled, her eyebrows curved, with a bit of fox's cunning and contradictory coldness, and said from the bottom of her heart: "I mean, I didn't mean to hide under your bed to watch you bathing, let alone look at your waist."

!"

Her voice was gentle and waxy, with a bit of natural innocence and seductiveness, especially when she was speaking truthfully and falsely at this moment, her peach blossom eyes would look at him clearly, and she could see the whole thing at a glance, and in an instant, she was back to where she once was.

Countless days and nights, I whispered in his ear that I loved him.

It's like I never left.

The moonlight outside the window is ethereal, shrouding the small town with white walls and gray tiles in the middle of the night.

"Meng, Tang, An..." Xie Xun's thin lips moved, and he opened his mouth several times but in vain. The sobs that were bloody and pressed in his throat, and the voice that he wanted to speak for thousands of times, finally appeared in the sky, and his tone was a little bit strange.

I’m so confused that I don’t believe it.

"How do you know my name?"

This time it was Meng Tangan's turn to be surprised. She looked at the person in front of her again and again to confirm that she had never seen him before.

With thin bones and passionate eyes, every stroke matches the stars.

He has a very contradictory temperament about him, and he has a youthful streak. It is undeniable that he is very good-looking, and he is the kind that is particularly attractive to young girls.

This sentence was not answered, and there was a long silence after the words fell.

Three whole years.

One thousand and ninety-six days and nights.

Xie Xun thought about when she would return all the time, just as he thought, she should forget the past in the distance.

In the past three hundred and sixty-four days, everything from when they first met together to when they parted, the mean words he said, and the future they thought about together, forget them all together with him, and throw them away! <

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Then.

She's back.

They reunited without warning. On the tenth day of September this year, after one thousand and ninety-six days, they met again.

The huge, lost joy overwhelmed Xie Xun, followed by heart-wrenching pain, awakening the numbness that was about to empty out of blood. It turned out that he was not completely unconscious, but just trying to hide it.

It was like going back to the moment when I cut my wrist, the pain was so painful that I was convulsing, and I repeatedly tasted the short-term pleasure on the tip of the knife.

Meng Tangan is not used to such silence.

There was the patter of rain outside the window, and the attic was so quiet that only the sound of breathing was left.

There is a distance that is neither too far nor too close between them, and there is the ethereal shadow of the moonlight.

She suddenly came closer, with a rich and sweet aroma, and stared at Xie Xun without blinking. She was so close, breathing mingled, and she looked into his eyes: "Your eyes are red. Why do you feel like you are going to cry?"

Same thing?"

Three years late, the breath is lingering.

Xie Xun forgot his reaction for a while. He didn't even know what to do. At the beginning, he imagined many scenarios of their reunion. But at this moment, he still overestimated himself.

His eyelashes half-covered half of his eyes, and his emotions made it difficult to pry into them. They were suppressed and turbulent, and the hot lovesickness that almost burst out was locked inch by inch under the calm appearance. Only his red eyes exposed his weakness.

Meng Tangan looked at him, her peach-blossom eyes looking all the way to the end, clean and unfamiliar, without any evasion or nostalgia at all, it was completely like looking at someone she had never met before.

Xie Xun's eyes looked at her inch by inch, from beginning to end.

Her appearance has not changed, she is delicate and delicate due to a good birth.

It can be seen that I have not suffered at all.

She is doing well.

He is no longer needed.

Enough.

The night she jumped into the river.

Let’s talk about it clearly.

——"These things are really useless to me."

——"There is no one in this world who can't live without him, and neither you nor I!"

Xie Xun's only concern is her safety, and now that she is doing well, there is no reason to bother her.

His love is really worthless.

"What's wrong with you? I didn't provoke you much, right?" Meng Tang'an knocked on the wine jar with a soft tone, as if coaxing a child. She looked into his eyes and subconsciously wanted to stand on tiptoe to wipe the ends of his eyes.

The faint broken light is almost instinctive. As soon as the fingertips are stretched out, they have not had time to touch the other party.

He slowly took a step back.

My fingertips are empty.

Meng Tangan was stunned: "Do we... know each other?"

Xie Xun stood in the darkness, with the moon not shining on him. He was always loved and abandoned, and left in the dark, more than once.

Then give him a slap and a candy.

This trick really works for him.

Xie Xun suddenly smiled coldly, looked at her, lightly opened his thin lips, and spoke every word.

He said: "I don't know."

Meng Tang sighed, feeling that he seemed sad. She had no empathy and didn't care about the lives of others.

But now she felt like someone was holding her neck, making her unable to breathe, unable to speak to comfort her, and in the end she just looked at him indifferently.

It seems that indifference wins.
Chapter completed!