Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Wait for me How small four words, how simple four words.

No crying, no sorrow.

Only that short four words, but than the deepest sea, the highest mountain, people can not exceed, people can only marvel.

That kind of infatuation, let a person be startled, let a person be unable to shake, but let a person be distressed to be beyond.

How deep love and hate it takes to say these four words in such a calm way.

His fingernails were deeply embedded in the flesh. Dugu Ye felt powerless for a while. This love could not stay for him.

Watching Ryukyu quickly sink into the road ahead.

I want to raise my feet to chase, but I find that there is a thousand jin under my feet. I can't lift it. I dare not chase it.

I should be very happy when my rival is dead.

However, the back, the look, but let him heartache can not breathe.

He loves her. He loves Ryukyu, whose back is still high and straight.

Blood drops slowly along the cleft of fist.

Dugu Ye leaned against the door, watched Ryukyu go away, watched Ryukyu not enter the forest, watched ryukyue walk out of his sight.

When we meet, we may be the enemy.

The sky is blue as if the sea is deep, white clouds are flying and the wind is blowing.

The horse galloped, sleepless.

From Xuesheng to Beimu.

Thousands of miles away, day and night.

Five days and five nights, running by.

There was no pause, no break for a quarter of an hour.

Ouyang Yufei looks at the Ryukyu moon with flying horses in front of him. Looking at the cold back, his whip is tightly held.

Five days and five nights, no rest.

Teeth clenched.

No crying, no madness, only calmness, a calmness that can make others mad.