The Deadly Hitwoman: A Lady With Special Abilities Chapter 721: Love, hate, life and death are empty

Su Xingyan looked at her quietly. The last time he saw her, the birthmark was still on her face, and she was far less thrilling than she is now.

The times when she liked him once seemed to have happened in her previous life.

It has been so long that he already feels a little unreal.

He should ask her if she is okay, or say something about the poor monk, or at least instinctively say a word about Amitabha, but he couldn't say a word. She is like a grain of cinnabar stuck in his heart, which cannot be erased, forgotten, or loved.

Han Jing glanced at him slightly in astonishment, then turned his face and walked past him.

She never thought that she would meet him again in this life, but as far as she is concerned, there is nothing to say whether she meets him or not. Since he has escaped into Buddhism, all the past should disappear.

Han Jing just thought it was a coincidence, and she really had nothing to do with him, so she just passed by.

Su Xingyan stood quietly on the spot, he could feel the cool scent of her body wafting in the night wind when she walked past him, and felt that she had really walked by.

Long after she passed by, he was still standing on the bridge, motionless among the people coming and going.

It seems that he is the only one left in the world, oh no, there is also her who passed him by.

He thought he would never forget this scene in his life.

Their fate in this life, their love and hatred in this life are all like this passing scene.

As the beginning, so the end.

They met suddenly, forgot to glance at each other, paused for a moment, and then missed a lifetime.

He didn't grab her when he should grab her hand, and when he wanted to reach out to grab her, she had already walked over and left.

Some things, some people, some fate, some feelings, whether it is love or hate, are all like this miss, in the night wind, with the wind, it disappears.

He has long been used to clasped hands and put them on his heart, but he no longer feels the pain.

It's not letting go, it's empty.

Love and hate life and death, nothing.

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Han Jing walked back to Prince Yu's mansion slowly, without disturbing the servants in the mansion, but directly went back to the small courtyard where they lived.

There are still lanterns hanging in the yard and candles burning in the room.

Everything is still as it is in memory, it seems that nothing has changed.

She frowned, and suddenly smelled a scent.

It is very familiar, and the taste buds can't help but move around. She misses it very much and has almost forgotten the fragrance.

Han Jing stood quietly in the yard. There was no one in the yard, but the fragrance was real.

She looked in the direction of the small kitchen.

There are candles in the kitchenette, and there are... people.

She wanted to turn around and leave, but her feet felt as if they were filled with lead, and she couldn't move a single step.

Then she saw a tray in Su Yu's hand, on which was a slightly larger porcelain bowl, from which mouth-watering fragrance wafted out.

This scene is very familiar.

How many nights, she was greedy for the noodles he made, even in the middle of the night, pestering him to eat, he immediately made it for her.

She waited quietly at the door, watching him come out of the kitchen with noodle soup in his hand that made her drool.

Walking all the way back from the palace, the food I ate seemed to have been digested.

She is a little hungry.