Here you go again. Wen Xiaoai wrinkled her little nose, and suddenly remembered something, so she let go of him and took his hand instead.

"Come on, I'll ask you a word."

Wen Xiaoai wanted to pull him to the table, but after Feng Liyan followed her for two steps, she stopped and said, "Xiao Ai, I'm ...... today." I also brought someone with me. ”

Wen Xiaoai immediately turned around, her eyes were full of surprise, and she opened her mouth to ask:

"Who?"

The second she asked, she didn't know what she thought, and the smile on her face slowly converged and slowly disappeared.

As if to verify her suspicions, a white figure walked in from the door of the temple and stood there, looking at her.

"Leaf ...... Brother Qi. ”

On the Soul Suppression Hall

Ye Qi stood with his hands in his hands, standing in the center of the hall, looking up slightly at the black stone chair on the twenty-four steps, in a trance.

Wen Xiaoai stood behind him, from his eyes to his heart, full of guilt and self-blame.

The wind in the dormitory was annihilated, and he looked at the rice paper with his name written on the table, and after reciting it silently in his heart, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

I seem to like the name.

Time passed minute by minute, and the two people in the main hall were still standing in the same position as before, one in front of the other.

"Brother Ye Qi......"

Wen Xiaoai couldn't stand the torment in her heart and took the lead in breaking the silence.

Ye Qi's body stiffened slightly, and after a while, he turned around and smiled when he saw Wen Xiaoai.

"What's the matter, wasn't it okay just now, why are you suddenly unhappy?"

As he spoke, almost habitually, he raised his hand to touch the corners of Wen Xiaoai's tearful eyes.

After realizing that this was not the same as before, he withdrew his hand again.

The action of closing the hand is extraordinarily stiff and difficult.

Ye Qi's smile made Wen Xiaoai, who was already guilty, even more unwilling to face him.

"Brother Ye Qi......" She choked up again and again, and her words were inconclusive.

"Why are you still crying? Is it because you see that Brother Ye Qi is unhappy? Ye Qi asked softly.

Wen Xiaoai hurriedly shook her head: "No...... It's not ......"

"Why do you cry more and more......" Ye Qi sighed lightly and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

I don't know if I'm sighing or asking this sentence.

"Okay, don't cry, I'm here to see you happy, not to see you sad."

Wen Xiaoai sniffed and held back her tears.

Seeing that she didn't cry anymore, Ye Qi smiled and withdrew his hand.

He looked at her, his eyes wandering on her face, full of reluctance and sadness.

opened his mouth, but it was a sentence: "It seems that he took good care of you." ”

Wen Xiaoai pursed her lips, silent, not knowing words.

Ye Qi smiled.

"You used to have no time to spare, why don't you say anything now."

He's always been like this, no matter what happens, angry, sad, sad, hopeless... For Wen Xiaoai, there is always only the most gentle side.

“…… Brother Ye Qi, I'm sorry. ”

Wen Xiaoai cried and said these three words.

Ye Qi was stunned for a few seconds, then stroked her face with one hand, and wiped the hot tears that kept pouring out of the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"Xiao Ai, you don't have to tell me I'm sorry, really, you're not wrong."

Since childhood, Ye Qi has never been angry with her once, and has always been careful to take care of her.

Even if she was naughty and joked about her safety before, Ye Qi trained her out of worry, not anger.

Today, too.

He is not so great, looking at the heart he has loved for hundreds of years and now joining hands with others, how can he not hate, not resent, unwilling, unwilling, but what can he do?

She didn't love him.