Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 2445: You’re not wrong, just don’t love me

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He suddenly walked slowly from the void, with a faint halo all over him, still a magnificent and imposing god. She stood there shyly, and did not dare to blink, for fear of blinking, he disappeared again.

The halo was getting closer and closer to her. He stood in front of her, stretched out his hand, and wanted to wipe the tears from her face, but then let it go.

Tian Xueqing held his breath, looked at him for a moment, finally reacted, and subconsciously wanted to hug him, but did not expect to directly smash him, the golden light scattered, floating in the air like a galaxy.

Then Jin Guang slowly condensed into a human figure and reappeared in front of her.

"You ..." Tian Xueqing's tears fell again.

He was in the void, and hugged her in vain, and the cold and fragrant scent of him surrounded her, and a voice sounded low from her mind, with a little helplessness: "Xueqing ..."

Tian Xueqing looked at him with tears in her eyes, her voice full of expectations: "Will you come back? I miss you so much."

Ji Yunhuang's body seemed to be stiff and hesitant.

It turned into a sigh: "Xue Qing, sorry ... forget me."

A golden light condenses in his hand, he puts his hand on her long hair, and strokes it.

His warm breath made her craving, and his touch made her feel at ease.

The heart changes are extremely peaceful, and the pain and despair of many days are withdrawn a little ... some ingrained images in my mind fade a little ...

She was shocked and broke free suddenly: "Never!"

The dream came to an abrupt end, and she opened her eyes suddenly.

It's still the room, the bed. He was still lying there silently.

Tianxue stared at the person on the bed with a fixed look.

The night is cold like water, and the moonlight is like water.

I heard the sound of non-stop outside the window, combined with the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and rustling, reflecting the large moon, which is quite summery.

Hot wind gushes outside the window, but the room is a bit bleak.

She stretched out her hand and touched Ji Yunhuang's long eyelashes. The eyelashes touched the itchiness of her hands, and her heart trembled.

I wanted to leave at the touch of a touch, but lingered.

Her little hand ran across his slightly closed eyes, tall nose bridge, thin lips ...

She closed her eyes, remembering the warmth in her short dream, and the faint, helpless apology from the void.

She took his hand that was hanging on the side of the bed, his hand was cold, and she couldn't hold it no matter how she held it, until her heart became cold with every inch.

This hand once touched her body, this hand once waved her relentlessly. This hand once brought her full despair.

It was this hand that saved her, her master, and this hand once held her hand and told her not to be afraid ...

This hand once dragged her to heaven and once pushed her to hell-

Now this hand can no longer do anything else, no matter how she holds it, she won't give her a half silk reaction again-

She pressed her face to this hand and closed her eyes slightly.

"Yunhuang, when I was dragged to the ground by a ghost vine a hundred years ago, I blame you, but I don't hate you. You are not wrong, you just don't love me ... I hate myself, wishful thinking. So When I died, I swear to God that the next life will forget you and never see you again ... "Her voice was quiet, empty and peaceful.