love across the three realms

Chapter 444 No.16 ①Those Lost Beauty
"Now, tell me." Luo Feng put his arms around her waist, and led her to lean back together. He put on a posture of listening attentively, and squeezed her chin with his hands, indicating that she could start talking. .

But our He Xing was lying in front of the lively and fiery chest of such a peerless handsome guy who was unprecedented, loved by everyone, and blooming like flowers, all he could do was breathe heavily.

However, she also understands that whether it is Yu Xingfeng in the past or Luo Feng now, although their memories are different, the only thing they have in common is their strong stubbornness. Instead of arguing here whether to sit in his arms, It's better to tell the story between them clearly earlier.

Thinking of this, she finally relaxed her whole body and mind, and laid her face on his chest, listening to his ups and downs of heartbeat, and gently closed her eyes.

"Perhaps, what I have said may sound ridiculous to you, but please believe that every sentence in it is true."

He responded with a gentle movement of stroking her back.

"There was a very sloppy girl who was not beautiful and had a vermilion birthmark on her face that was regarded as a monster. One day, an unexpected visitor came to her dream. He wore a half mask of black silk and had a pair of Narrow golden eyes..." He Xing began to talk about the past in a soft voice, but the days of more than two years seemed like a memory of the previous life.

Occasionally, there would be soft crackling sounds from the fireplace, and He Xing finally realized how difficult it was to recount that unforgettable experience in words.

She seems to have fallen into a misunderstanding of self-narration, and her memories often jump back and forth from one fragment after another, but Luo Feng never interrupted her narration, just listened calmly, only There are deep and long pupils with beautiful streamers changing from time to time.

I don't know how much time has passed, but He Xing's intermittent voice gradually stopped. She looked at her own hands, tightly grasping his sweater, and saw a drop of transparent tears falling on it, smudged into a blur. A dark water flower.

She waited for him to speak, but she couldn't hear his voice for a long time.

She had no choice but to raise her eyes to look at him, but his eyes were looking straight at a certain place, and there was a thick fog in the waves of his eyes.

"I'm done." She sniffed and told softly.

His eyes moved, his eyes turned back to her face, and he looked deeply into her eyes.

(End of this chapter)