Extreme warmth, extreme coldness.

Rong Wu's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, but she hugged it tighter, tighter, and didn't let go at all.

At that time......

He seemed to feel the ultimate touch.

A thick eyelash trembled slightly.

Immediately after, a pair of slender, reddened eyes slowly opened......

His brows were still slightly condensed, and after drinking too much wine, his head was dizzy and painful, making him seem to be a little unable to distinguish between reality and illusion......

Slowly opening his eyes, his eyes seemed to be filled with a thin layer of mist, he looked at the ceiling above, as if wondering, where he was at this time, what he was doing at this time......

Why, his body seems to be pressed with an extremely soft and warm thing, and it still carries his deeply familiar aura.

The breath that made him covetous......

Some vague consciousness just returned little by little, and he didn't move, trying to recall the previous scene as much as possible in the headache and dizziness......

Remembering, she went to the cemetery......

He also went to the cemetery......

Thinking back, the woman told herself that in fact, the man she loved was still alive...

As soon as he thought of this, Su Xian's breathing was a little disordered, and the bottom of his heart suddenly felt like he had been pricked by a needle.

Because, he knows......

What's behind that......

He's just a stand-in.

When the real lover returns, his role will disappear without a trace......

And Rong Yu seemed to suddenly feel something change in him, and he was suddenly stunned, and then slowly raised his head.

Her bright and beautiful appearance instantly caught his eyes......

His pupils shrank, and his breathing became rapid and disordered.

It seemed a little incredulous, as if he didn't want to, didn't dare to see her.

Rong Yu was on his upper body, lying on his chest slightly, he felt incredible, and his headache seemed to be worse.

He closed his eyes and frowned, then suddenly opened them again, gasping heavily, and he looked at her as if it felt unreal, as if it felt like a dream.

And Rong Mo looked at his painful appearance, and couldn't help but reach out to stop him, holding him in his arms, and his hoarse voice was unprecedentedly gentle, "It's me, Su Xian...... Don't ...... like that"

“…… Ambiguity...... Ambiguity......"

He called out to her with some urgency, his hand suddenly grasping her wrist tightly, his slender eyes were red, and he asked her almost longingly, "...... Is that you, you're coming to me...... You're coming to me...... You won't go ......."

His head was muddy, burning hotter and hotter, and he couldn't tell what was real and what was false......

How could she possibly appear......

Her little monster is back......

That's the man she loves the most......

That's the man who died for her......

That is forever in the depths of her heart, the white moonlight ......!

And what is he......

She must have been fake, she must have gone to find another man......

Rong Yu's lips moved, wanting to tell him that he would not leave at all, but seeing the man who had always been so cold and indifferent, the man who was unmoved by too many things, had become so decadent and depraved at this time, she was really speechless in pain in her heart, and felt that she was really too good.

Su Xian clenched her arm tightly, his eyes were red, and there was a desolate smile on his lips, but his voice was hoarse and humblely pleading-