Because Fu Yue was silent for a while, Qi Yan's heart couldn't help but tighten, and then raised his hand and shook her shoulder, and called her in a low voice: "Yueyue ......"

Know the attributes of this man.

Fu Yue didn't want any misunderstanding between them because of this incident, and explained: "I can't say how touched I am. After all, it was Sheng Jinghua who arrested me there first. If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened. ”

She raised her hand to hold Qi Yan's face, stared into his eyes, and said seriously: "Lianzhi, you don't have to worry." I can distinguish my feelings, and I have never been half moved by him. ”

"Never."

Fu Yue's voice was soft, but firm.

Qi Yan looked at her deeply, and then hummed in a low voice, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

Afterward.

Father Su also got the retribution he deserved because of his greed. was under house arrest in the Su Mansion for the rest of his life, and lived a lonely and desperate life for the second half of his life.

As for Qin Shuhan.

Since that incident, he seems to have disappeared, returned to Lingnan to be his warlord son, and never bothered Qi Yan and Fu Yue again.

Because Qin Shuhan knew that he should give up this wishful thinking.

In terms of righteousness, he can't compare to Qi Yan.

Later, even his feelings for Su Chiyue were lost to Sheng Jinghua.

He never gave up singing all his life.

On the high stage, the beautiful Tsing Yi drama is just like it was back then.

"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, and they all seem to be paid to the broken wells——"

It is said that the drama is ruthless, but once the drama is emotional, it is a lifetime......

*

It all seemed to be over.

No one has ever bothered Qi Yan and Fu Yue again, and there seems to be no gap in happiness between them.

In the entire Beicheng, when it comes to Young Marshal Qi and Mrs. Young Marshal, they can't help but praise the flounder for their deep affection and harmony.

Only Fu Yue knows.

Since that incident, there has been an irreparable gap between her and Qi Yan.

Qi Ember loves her, but doesn't believe her.

*

Midwinter.

Fu Yue fell ill without warning, his body was weakening day by day, and there was no medicine for him. Qi Yan searched for doctors all over the world for her, but she still couldn't do anything.

The pale woman had half-curled eyelashes, and the pale blue color under her eyes indicated that she had not rested for many days.

Insomnia and dreams.

Recently, she didn't seem to be able to wake up, and when she talked to Qi Yan, she could fall asleep without warning.

Fu Yue knew that because of the cause and effect, her body would not live long.

Sheng Jinghua died because of her, everything was off the rails, and the laws of this world began to reject her.

Slowly opening his eyes, Fu Yue hugged the young and beautiful officer in front of him, patted the other party's trembling back, and said softly: "Lianzhi, if one day I can't accompany you anymore, will you blame me......"

The man's beautiful and clean eyes instantly turned red, and he barely drew a smile, "What nonsense." ”

Fu Yue gently bent her eyes, her hand was raised, her soft fingertips were so white that they were almost transparent, and she gently touched the officer's beautiful face, "I'm afraid it'll be too late if I don't say it, I said that I would accompany you to Baitou, but I seem to be about to break my promise......"

Qi Yan hugged her tightly, her slender fingers trembled, her voice was so hoarse that she could barely speak, her thoughts were confused, her nerves seemed to be blunt, and she was strong enough to fall apart in an instant.

I saw the heavy snow blowing outside the window.

Fu Yue was in a trance, and said softly: "It's snowing, I want to go outside to see." Lianzhi, will you accompany me? ”

Qi Yan nodded, helped her up, took a thick cloak in his hand, wrapped Fu Yue firmly, and then helped her to walk to the door step by step.

The snow outside was bigger, but instead of getting bigger, the snowflakes became denser, drifting in the air as white as smoke.

fluttering and fluttering, one after another.

Sprinkled from the sky, it was like a dense white net, and the haze reflected the houses covered with a layer of snow.

Snow at night.

It's beautiful.

Fu Yue turned his head to look at Qi Yan, "I want to go out and have a look." ”