Masked Princess: The stunning school grass is very black

Chapter 389 [It's full of love: the determination of love! 】

"Nuan Nuan, do you want to eat?"

She bent her knees and sat on the cushion on the balcony, her black eyes staring at the scenery under the French windows.

Tong Yaze sat beside her, looking at her face, she was like a Barbie doll without a soul.

Although her eyes are open, there is no extra color in her eyes.

There is only the dead silence like night, and the calmness makes people feel scared!
He looked at her and suddenly felt that he had to decide like that.

Do you want to leave her now? Maybe, he is standing by her side at the moment, and she won't go to see him at all. Even if she has him in her heart, she still blinds her heart and prevents herself from seeing clearly.

Maybe, when he is no longer by her side, she can really see her heart clearly.

He clenched his hand tightly, there seemed to be a balance in his heart, up and down up and down, he didn't know what kind of decision he should make.

"Nuannuan--"

He yelled again, but Nuan Nuan still didn't seem to hear it, and his eyes were still staring out of the window.

Tong Yaze looked at her carefully again, and gently narrowed his long and narrow eyes. When he opened them, he was no longer as lonely as before, and the bright starlight was infinite again.

He turned around, walked back to his room, tidied up briefly, and came out with a suitcase after a while.

He glanced again, Qi Nuannuan who was still motionless and kept the same action just now.

His dark eyes shone with wisdom~~ He smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be blooming with seductive flowers, so charming and beautiful.

He turned slightly, his forehead was flying, and the icy blue in the black hair was also exceptionally dazzling, like a bewitching blue enchantress in full bloom.

Nuannuan, see you soon~!

There is certainty in his heart and confidence in his love.

The door was gently closed, and the quiet space was even more silent, only the sound of warm and shallow breathing, and the sound of the clock on the wall.

The hands of the clock turned round and round, and dusk gradually fell.

Nuan Nuan is still motionless, like a statue.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and it was Tea's song again, so clear.

Nuan Nuan was slightly taken aback, tea's singing was so beautiful, it healed her soul.

(End of this chapter)