Fast travel to hunt down blackened villains

Chapter 951 The World of Anyang (57)
The sound of sighing in the dark night is like a falling snowflake, returning to the white snow field, dyeing the endless boundless.

The system stayed there for a while, and then suddenly realized at this moment that it seemed that it had never seen Anyang clearly.

[Is... isn't it a person from this world? 】

In the tangle, this is the only answer that came to mind.

Anyang's chest heaved, she didn't expect Jiang Cong to discover the existence of that person.But what she hates the most is this...

Jiang Cong didn't even know about Hao Wen's existence...

[He is from this world,] Anyang tilted his head slightly, his messy hair fell down, covering the surging emotion in her eyes, [but his existence has been wiped out long ago. 】

At this time, the system obediently chose to shut up. In this world, it saw a completely different Anyang. At this moment, the fragility in Anyang's voice was felt like a fine needle, derived from the cold calculation. A feeling called distress.

【No one in the world can find out his existence.】 Anyang laughed self-destructively, 【The name Haowen is only known to a few people.Except for me, those few people wished for his death, let alone mention his existence to others. 】

He was obviously a noble young man who was admired by many people back then, but it was so easy to disappear.

As soon as Jiang Cong came in, he saw Anyang's slightly red eyes.

The spacious nightgown was half hung on her body, and the remaining traces made his heart skip a beat.

"Yangyang, I'm back," he narrowed his eyes, and turned his palm half-forcedly towards her face, "Miss me?"

Anyang laughed contemptuously, and glanced coldly, "How can I let me go?"

"Don't say that," Jiang Cong darkened his eyes, pressed his thumb on her jaw, and exerted force unconsciously, "It's you who didn't let me go. Yangyang, look how much I like you. Not like myself."

"Obviously we are very compatible in some aspect, why don't you admit it?"

The affection and madness in Jiang Cong's eyes are enough to make any woman who has a crush on him fall for him.

But the sounds of grievance approaching only made Anyang feel sick.

"Whoever I like, I can't like you. Jiang Cong, give up."

Jiang Cong's breathing stagnated, and he managed to ease the momentary stiffness on his face. He tried not to get angry in front of Anyang, "Is it because I'm not doing well enough? I..."

"Get out!" Anyang interrupted him ruthlessly, "Jiang Cong, I can't choose you even if I die!"

These words ignited the redness at the corners of Jiang Cong's eyes. He slammed onto Anyang's body, pinching her neck tightly with his palms, "Don't challenge my patience, there is obviously a better way to go! Between us, obviously There are more..."

"Jiang Cong," Anyang laughed miserably, the voice squeezed out from the depths of his throat, weak and weak, "You obviously didn't love me that much in the past, so why now..."

These words froze Jiang Cong coldly like a collapsed snow mountain.

The red eyes inadvertently flooded with light water, he looked vaguely at the person below him, bent down and rubbed her face lightly, "There is no reason, because I know I love you."

Closing his eyes, cool tears fell on Anyang's neck.

It was impossible for him to tell Anyang the reason, because the choices he made again and again were not what he really wanted.

　I wish the little cuties a happy double festival ~ happy every day
　　
　
(End of this chapter)