"I'm really sorry... But I really love you..."

Zhixi closed his eyes, let the tears flow in the corners of his eyes, and did not say a word.

Silence spreads between each other.

Compared with the big fight just now, the wordless Cold War is more lethal.

The hearts of the two of them gradually became cold, and a barrier was put in the middle.

After a while, Cang Ling let go of the restraint and he got up.

After getting dressed, she disappeared into her room in an instant.

Cang Ling left, Zhixi opened his eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes.

It seems to vent all the grievances and pain in the memory and outside the memory.

She rolled over and swept her messy body into the covers.

Low cries kept coming from under the covers.

She felt so sad, really sad.

Her past was so unmistakable.

In the dark days of the past, she had built up a layer of cold and hard defense.

This layer of defense has completely collapsed in this short period of time.

For some reason, she was now vulnerable.

She felt so sad, so wronged, so sad.

Not only for Cangling, but also for her past and her life.

For so many years, since she was born, she has not been at peace, she has been calculated, she has been coveted.

There is no hope, there is no end, there will be another wave after killing one wave.

Who knows what the future holds?

If Tianji is dead, there will be Feng Blazing Sun, and if Feng Blazing Sun is dead, who else will there be?

At the beginning, didn't Cangling also want her bloodline?

Who knows who will be next?

Although this is a fact that she has known for a long time, and it is also a fact that she has accepted for a long time.

But for some reason, she just wanted to cry tonight, and she felt really wronged.

The petite body in the quilt was constantly trembling, the night was long, the moon was high and the wind was cold.

I don't know how long it took, but he fell asleep under the quilt.

She didn't sleep well at all, her brows were furrowed all the time, and her whole person was in a state of extreme unease.

A snow-white figure slowly appeared in her room.

The ice-blue eyes looked at her gently.

An ice-blue force condensed in his hand, delicately injected into her body.

Zhixi's brows gradually relaxed, and his body trembled less often.

Cang Ling raised his hand to cover the quilt on her body, covering her bare skin and the marks he had caused.

The night quietly left, and the morning light slowly brightened.

Zhixi slept very lightly and was not stable.

She woke up before dawn.

She opened her eyes and looked at the empty room and the cold green tent roof, and was a little stunned.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing all her vulnerability and sadness.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were already cold.

She rolled over and got out of bed and put on the clothes that the Heavenly Pole had sent her.

Tianji said that she wore black like a witch, and she should wear white, so she looked like a goddess.

Zhi Xi responded up and down on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.

If identity and personality can be changed by wearing clothes, how can there be so many well-dressed beasts in the fairy world?

Isn't Tianji himself dirty behind his back, and his face is still bright.

Zhixi thought it was extremely ridiculous, but she still put on a white dress.

She picked a turtleneck that just covered the marks on her body.

Looking at himself in the mirror, the bright red mark on his neck, thinking of Cangling, Zhi Xi felt bitter in his heart.