his allure

Chapter 411 Body temperature is warm, heartbeat is warm
He was indifferent at first, and then exasperated.

He said: "Who wants your heart, you give me a good life."

When I said it, even I was surprised.

But Yan Qing looked at him, her eyes were bright, she smiled crookedly, embraced him with her warm body, and said with a smile: "If you want to give, you still have to give."

It's just that after that day, they all tacitly stopped bringing up this topic.

One night it rained heavily, the thunder was dull, and white light flashed across the window lattice, which was very dazzling.

Yan Qing seemed to be frightened, but his first reaction was to hug him tightly.

She said: "Young master, don't be afraid." But obviously, she looked more scared.

Yan Che looked down at her, and finally let his heart soften.

He was originally a person who was abandoned by the world, and spent days and nights alone on the small island. Every day, he was dying to live.

But at this time, someone hugged him, his body temperature was warm, his heart was beating enthusiastically, and his eyes were bright and clean.

He watched, then hastily opened his heart, and hugged her even tighter.

He said: "Qingqing, can you be my relative?"

On that rainy night, the question was hasty enough.

But Yan Qing raised her head and smiled at him, she said: "Okay." With a gentle and romantic voice, she made the agreement easily.

If... If it can go on like this forever, it's actually not bad.It's just that things in this world will never develop as the world hopes.

Yan Che couldn't protect Yan Qing, just like him, never able to control his own destiny.

Yan Qing died in the spring when he was 20 years old. The spring was as prosperous as brocade, with aquatic plants swaying in the deep sea, and a large number of birds came back from across the ocean.

That year, Yan Che was 25 years old, his soul aged at that moment, and he became a walking dead.

As the night grew darker, Yan Che looked at the intricate and delicate chandelier above his head, and let himself fall into the darkness...

Zheng Qingqing had a dream in Lu Xicheng's arms. In the dream, she left Shen Zhao, jumped off the cliff, and Lu Xicheng who had lost her news. Their life trajectories had separated at that time. Living a completely different life in distant oceans and coasts.
(three years ago……)
The coldness of the spring day was biting, Zheng Weiqing was about to lose consciousness at the moment, she felt that she was hit by a rock along with the sea water.

Blood spilled from the heart little by little, and the hands and feet became colder and colder.

All consciousness finally disappears completely
And in the depths of this small island is an exquisite manor.

At this time, the owner of the manor was in a room, looking at the woman on the bed with a mournful expression.

Lying on the bed was a girl with a pale face and no sound. There were red bloodstains on her wrists, which twisted dazzlingly, and there were many strips, overlapping each other deeply and shallowly.

Such a suicide method, even if you look at it, you will feel extremely painful.

Yan Che had been sitting silently beside the girl. His face was very pale, no different from the unconscious girl lying on the bed, even paler in comparison.

There was a layer of death on his face, pale and frightening, and those blue eyes were also stained with grayness and decay.

The butler walked over cautiously, hesitated for a long time, and then said, "Young master, Miss Yan Qing didn't even want her own life, just to let you live well. Don't waste her heart."

(End of this chapter)