Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 931 Forgetting
When the fingertips touched Ye Xuanji's eyebrows, Ye Xuanji could even feel that his normally warm fingers were frighteningly cold at this moment——

White light emerged in circles and slowly spread around.

It reflected his fingertips as transparent as crystals.

Ye Xuanji's consciousness gradually became chaotic, as if something was falling apart from her mind and could no longer gather together.

She slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, and a tear trickled down the corner of her eye.

Mo Qingcheng watched her gradually fall into a coma, and finally withdrew her fingers.

He knew that when she woke up again, he would no longer be in her eyes.

To her, he is a real stranger...

"Xuanji..."

He opened his mouth in a low voice, and wiped the last drop of tear from the corner of her eye with his fingertips: "I will never forget you. This is what I owe you... Forgot your words, Hua Wuxiang is just Hua Wuxiang, no longer ink Allure..."

Although the memory is painful, but if he forgets it, he can't bear it...

Although these memories are painful, they are real. He doesn't know if he chooses to forget, what will he have left?
Life is no longer complete...

Subconsciously, he didn't want to do this!
Gently stroked Ye Xuanji's cheeks with his fingers, as if he was tracing her face: "Xuanji, I'm sorry..."

Thousands of sentences can only condense three words——

sorry--

Although he made a choice between Shahua and Ye Xuanji, his heart felt like it was torn apart.

He took a breath, his choice was right.

He is Hua Wuxiang, and Mo Qingcheng is just a pseudonym.

For Shahua's sake, he guarded her in the clean bottle for thousands of years, lost all his skills for her, and chose to sleep in the human world. He spent decades in the world of mortals before finding all the artifacts and bringing her back to life. How could he let go again? ? !
His choice was right, and he would definitely not be wrong——

As for the heartache at this moment—it will pass, as long as—as long as Xuanji forgets that he has obtained happiness, and his guilt is less, his heart will not hurt so much...

He took another breath, covered her carefully with the quilt, covered her heart with his hands, trying to make it less painful, and staggered out, never daring to look back...

(End of this chapter)