Douluo: The junior sister of Jian Zong is a saint in Wuhun Hall

She bit out the last sentence emphatically, her voice trembling, just to vent her dissatisfaction.

Yes, it was dissatisfaction with Bibi Dong.

Xue Qinghe couldn't deal with it calmly, let alone maintain absolute sanity. Her heart was in pain.

"The truth is not important to me. I just wanted to ask after seeing your expression."

Ye Ling'an let go of Xue Qinghe's hand and stared at her with his blue eyes, "Seeing you in such pain not only makes me feel bad."

"Is it possible that in your heart, the connection brought by feelings is far more important than the feelings themselves?"

Ye Ling'an's blue eyes were as clear as the sky. Xue Qinghe raised his eyes and saw it immediately.

The madness and anger of the golden eyes met the clarity and gentleness of the blue eyes.

Almost instantly, Xue Qinghe seemed to see another version of himself. It's just that this person gets more love, and his hair color is completely opposite to his own, like a person who evolved from two lives.

The difference is that Ye Ling'an is luckier than her.

She got the love that was hard to get in her life.

Love, such a vague word, has puzzled her all her life.

Lucky people spend their lives healing others, unlucky people spend their lives filling wounds in the hope that it will scab over.

Reality and life are synonymous with ridiculousness.

"You..." Xue Qinghe opened his eyes wide and watched her movements subconsciously.

Ye Ling'an put his hand on her head and touched her head gently, "When you face darkness and loneliness alone, please hope that there will be light behind you. Not only are you surrounded by personal guards, but also by me. .”

Ye Ling'an lowered his voice, and his calm tone sounded very gentle, giving Xue Qinghe a deliberate feeling.

However, it was undeniable that these words made Xue Qinghe feel comfortable.

She could feel her heartbeat speeding up, and the anger that originally filled her heart was calmed by Ye Ling'an's few words and gradually extinguished, as if the previous anger was all her illusion.

This was the first time Xue Qinghe had experienced this feeling, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Because of this surprise, she did not resist Ye Ling'an's touch, but allowed Ye Ling'an to touch her head.

At that moment, the cold and noble temperaments of the two people blended perfectly into each other, like a perfect couple.

Ye Ling'an could feel the change in Xue Qinghe's attitude, and there was a faint smile on her beautiful face. "It seems that you agree with what I said in your heart, so why were you so angry before?"

"Is it really what I imagined..."

"Are you angry at me because of others, or do you value me? You won't get so angry if you don't value someone."

Ye Ling'an asked gently, her blue eyes flashing with curiosity. She wanted to understand Xue Qinghe and find out Xue Qinghe's character.

Ye Ling'an was originally very unfamiliar with Xue Qinghe. In her impression, they were at most blood relatives.

In fact, she also ignored the powerful attraction brought by blood relations. From the first moment she saw Xue Qinghe, she could feel her growing affection for Xue Qinghe.

She wanted to wipe away Xue Qinghe's sad tears, experience the present with Xue Qinghe, and become a pair of sisters who talked about everything.

She didn't suppress her instinct and affection for Xue Qinghe just because they were sisters.

Blood-related sisters.

"You..." Xue Qinghe paused, his face full of astonishment, and his golden eyes flashed with complex emotions, "Do you know the consequences of touching my head?"

"Except for my relatives, no one dares to touch my head. Since I grew up, you are the first outsider who dares to touch my head."

Xue Qinghe couldn't help but have mixed feelings. She thought to herself, what on earth was going on with her?

Why did he let Ye Ling'an get close to him without any precautions and let Ye Ling'an touch his head? This is really unbelievable.

Also, when she saw Ye Ling'an, her heart beat very fast. Could it be that she was sick?

No, soul masters basically won't get sick unless they are poisoned.

Could it be that Ye Ling'an poisoned himself?

Impossible, she had never heard of such a weird poison.

"Really?" Ye Ling'an smiled, "Then let me be the first person. I think it's pretty good, isn't it?"

Touching Xue Qinghe's head, Ye Ling'an's mood improved. She could tell that Xue Qinghe was a very arrogant person.

To put it bluntly, there is pride flowing in one's bones, so much so that one denies what one cares about. This is caused by an extreme lack of love.

Ye Ling'an thought that Qian Renxue was far more pitiful than her.

It is probably because of the lack of love that Qian Renxue has developed a cold personality and a heart that puts interests first.

Isn't this Qian Renxue's sadness?

"You..." Xue Qinghe looked at her with more and more complex eyes, but still did not resist Ye Ling'an's touch, "Do you know what happened to the last person who dared to get close to me?"

Her medium voice was filled with doubts.

Why is Ye Ling'an so brave?

"I don't know." Ye Ling'an said calmly, "Why don't you tell me, I'm all ears."

"Of course he is dead." Xue Qinghe paused and said seriously: "The grass on his grave is now three meters high."

Listening to these words, Ye Ling'an chuckled, "Really? If you think you are good at it, you can give it a try."

"After all, I also want to experience the feeling of having grass three meters high on the grave."

Ye Lingxin thought Qian Renxue was too cute.

"Are you laughing at me?"

Xue Qinghe's golden eyes were full of anger, "You are looking down on this prince..."

Before she finished speaking, Ye Ling'an's warm breath rushed towards her, and they were so close. Xue Qinghe's body was frozen, as if he had lost control of himself, and he passively allowed Ye Ling'an to move.

The faint fragrance lingered in Xue Qinghe's nose, and she could smell the smell of ice and snow mixed in it...

Ye Ling'an's palm-sized face came closer to her and whispered to her: "Axue, I'm not looking down on you, I'm just talking about the matter."

"Don't worry, I knew your identity before you came here...I will do my best to assist you, Ashue."

Ye Ling'an was still worried that the wall had ears, so she added the ear. Completely unaware of how weird his behavior looks to outsiders.

Listening to her words, Xue Qinghe's breath was confused, her eyes were blurred, a blush appeared on her fair face, and her heartbeat was faster than before.

A pounding heartbeat came from his chest.

Ashue...

There are few people who call themselves as affectionately as Ye Ling'an...

In her impression, probably only her grandfather and father would call her affectionately, which would make her feel less painful.

However, his father died more than ten years ago, and his grandfather is now far away in Wuhun Palace... Grandpa should not tell Ye Ling'an such a thing.

In other words, do Ye Ling'an's words come from the heart?