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Facing the ghost face and putting Lan Yichen in his arms, and facing the ghost with the words he entrusted, Xia Houling was very stunned at the moment.

Stunned, like a puppet controlled by someone with silk threads, he unconsciously holds Lan Yichen in his arms, and slowly walks out in the dusty darkness, he is about to walk towards the light outside.

The ghost face just now deeply shocked him, and his mind went blank, all his thoughts turned into catkins flying around in the breeze.

So much alike, their letting go of love, so much alike.

He didn't know the ghost face. Before the ghost face, he thought that there were all kinds of ghost faces, but he didn't think that the real ghost face was such a person...

Unknowingly, Xia Houling felt a little kindness towards the ghost face in her heart.

They are the same, love hurts, love hurts, love to let go...

The resemblance was terrifying, and it was this frightening resemblance that made his heart bloody at this moment.

Everyone here heard what Ghost Face said just now.

While Xia Wentian was heartbroken, he was deeply moved. From then on, Xuanyuanyu was a reborn Xuanyuanyu. He understood true love, he really understood letting go and tolerance...

Maybe he didn't really understand, but in Xia Wentian's heart at this moment, it was true.

Can Tian was speechless, he just quietly held Xia Wentian's hand tightly in the darkness, tightly closed his eyes, the expression on his face was relaxed and serene.

Zi Yan and Xia Houfeng were also deeply moved, they kept silent, and all actions were carried out silently.

Xiahoufeng supported the seriously injured Ziyan, and slowly followed behind Xiahouling.

The ghost face stood on the spot, maintaining the original posture of putting Lan Yichen's hand into Xia Houling's arms. The handsome face without a mask was shrouded in layers of deep sadness and melancholy in the darkness.

The blood-colored eyes stared straight at Xia Houling's back, except for bright colors, deep pain and passionate feelings, there was nothing else.

He clearly told himself that as long as he had Lan Yichen, he would be fine, but seeing Lan Yichen's thinner and haggard eyes, he was actually more sad than Lan Yichen himself...

He clearly said that even if Lan Yichen dies, it belongs to him...

But looking at the young man who loved him so pale, unconscious, and gradually withering, he still felt heartbroken and flustered... as if...

It seems that his whole world is slowly turning gray...

It hurts him more than the dark abyss, at least, there is no hope in hell, and he won't feel pain...

let him go...

As long as he loves himself, as long as he is happy, it doesn't matter who he is with...

At least, in Lan Yichen's heart, he will always have his place...

As long as Lan Yichen lives, as long as Lan Yichen is happy...

just fine...

Xia Houling's figure gradually disappeared at the entrance of the cave, and the blurred shadow also faded away.

Xia Wentian looked at the ghost face, he never hoped that Xuanyuanyu would be alone for the rest of his life.

At least, he thought that Xuanyuan Yu should do well and compete with Brother Xiahou.

If he had fought for it, then even if Lan Yichen chose Brother Xiahou in the future, Xuanyuanyu would not feel unwilling...

But if Xuanyuanyu just gave up, it would be too unfair to Xuanyuanyu herself...

Without thinking too much, Xia Wentian took Can Tian's hand and chased outside, he must catch up with Xia Houling!

Seeing that everyone had gone out, Xuanyuanyu put on the mask with stiff arms, and began to laugh in a low voice.

The laughter grew louder and louder...

Gradually, the laughter was tainted with the color of internal force, shaking the secret room where the stones were constantly falling, became even looser.

The 'squeaking' dust slowly collapsed, quickly piled up from the surroundings to the middle, and then raised up again.

As more and more dust fell, the entire rockery began to crumble and began to truly end its life.

Xuanyuanyu caressed the stone bed where Lan Yichen had been lying on, with a strange, chilling smile on his lips.

Slowly, he relaxed his body and fell onto the stone bed, raised his feet, his slender body lay on the stone bed, and his hands stroked back and forth lingeringly.

Looking up at the falling gravel, laughing.

Grin, laugh out loud.

Rich laughter spreads far and far from this narrow hole...

Perhaps, only Yin and Yang are separated.

Perhaps, only the remotest corners of the world cannot meet each other.

Perhaps, only the boundary between life and death coexists.

Only then can he truly let go...

Either, if Lan Yichen is in pain, Lan Yichen will die; or if he is in pain, he will die.

At the end, Lan Yichen's love for him, and his love for Lan Yichen, made him change his previous thoughts and make a decision worthy of his own heart...

Slowly closing his eyes, the laughter in his throat continued, very bright, very loud, very painful...

The laughter faded away, with echoes, rippling in the air.

What Ghost Mian was thinking was still the words he just said:

Wait for him...even after ten lives...

At this time, Xia Wentian and Cantian had already caught up with Xia Houling.

"and many more!"

Xia Wentian opened the mouth and said.

Xia Houling stopped quietly, but he didn't look back.

Xia Wentian stepped forward a few steps:

"Please take good care of him... When his body recovers, if he is willing... please let him come back once..."

Xia Houling was already sober at this time, recalling what happened just now, his face was a bit stern.

Lan Yichen in his arms was wrapped in a quilt, but the exposed arms were covered with traces of ambiguous love.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell what happened to Lan Yichen at a glance.

Moreover, he only realized now that just now, Lan Yichen was chained by that ghost face!

This realization made his head cramp again, just because of shock, but now because of anger and heartache.

He just felt a sense of intimacy with the ghost face because his brain was confused.

God knows how that man tortured Lan Yichen...

Even his elder brother was not willing to touch Lan Yichen because he felt pity for Lan Yichen's body in the past, but Ghost Face actually forced him and locked him up like a prison?

Simply unforgivable!

Besides, Xia Houling is not a fool, judging from the current situation, Lan Yichen might really like ghost faces.

And that ghost face also said that if Lan Yichen appeared in front of him again, he would never let go.

These two reasons, no matter which one, made Xia Houling firmly decide:

For the rest of my life, I will never let Lan Yichen see the ghost face again!

His withdrawal, his forbearance, are only for Xiahou Zhan, only for his brother, others?

Hmph, don't even think about it!

Looking at Xia Wentian coldly:

"Why do you want him to come back?

Let Ghost Face hurt him again?

Lock him up again, want him to be real, never to see anyone again? "

Xia Houling's question was very sharp, and Xia Wentian also understood these difficulties.

However, he really hopes that Ghost Face can find complete happiness:

"...he won't...he's already let go, hasn't he? One... there must be two..."

The moment his words just fell, the rockery they had just stepped out of began to crumble, and slowly collapsed, making a loud noise.

The shrill and resolute laughter, passing through the hole, seemed to come from all directions, constantly amplifying in their ears...

"Jade……"

Xia Wentian's eyes and breathing froze.

He knew that the Ghost Face Xuanyuan Jade was still inside...

"Jade……"

Shouting loudly, disregarding Xia Houling's refusal and consent, Xia Wentian's figure jumped up, and rushed towards the collapsed rockery at the limit speed...

Xia Houling was startled, looked at Lan Yichen in her arms, sighed, but still didn't look back.

He just hugged Lan Yichen, step by step, firmly stepped away from here, and slowly walked out of Wuhuilou.

He firmly believed that if he left here, everything would return to the way it was before...

The sun was shining and the breeze was mild.

The golden sunlight poured into the study through the window, and Xia Houling's handsome face was covered with a layer of soft gold.

He frowned in infinite annoyance, and complained dissatisfiedly to Xia Houfeng who was fighting with him:

"Why, why am I the one who suffers and works hard now?

I protest, resolutely protest!

no!I want to run away from home, I want to resist violence, I want to find my beloved freedom under your oppression~”

Xia Houfeng rolled his eyes, curled his lips and said:

"I said Second Young Master, can you just stop it? Or change the lines, listening to you say this every day makes my ears callused..."

Xia Houling closed her mouth and looked at him with pitiful eyes:

"Feng, how can you say that, it hurts my heart too much, and bullying me together with big brother...

He is obviously already healed, but he still asked me to do coolies...

It seems that in this world, apart from Yiqing, no one cares about me...

Ah, my love, I haven't seen him for a long time...

I don't know if Qing'er will be angry with me... Kicking me out of bed would be bad...

Damn, hateful big brother...will bully me, enslave me, and oppress me! "

Xia Houfeng's pen paused.

Happy...

The second young master obviously loves Mr. Dust...

Second young master, he has obviously grown up...but after being restored by the Lord, he changed back to his former self...

That seemingly innocent and self-willed Second Young Master...

It's for Mr. Chen and the Lord...

Xia Houfeng's heart moved:

"How about, second young master rest for a while, just leave these things to me, and if something important happens, I will ask you and the Lord for advice."

Xia Houling flattened her mouth:

"No, big brother won't let me go to see Qing'er, and I have nothing to do when I go out...

Do you want to go to Big Brother... to see Big Brother kiss me and that guy so nasty...

Uh... goosebumps all over my body, let's forget it... I'd better stay here..."

Xia Houfeng lowered his eyes and remained silent, his eyes were filled with guilty conscience...

He clearly knows that the second young master likes young master Chen, but he will never tell the master, if he tells the master, then the master will not let go of the love of young master dust, just like the second young master will take care of the master, the master will also The second young master will also be taken into consideration...

And... as the second young master, as a latecomer, in this love that shouldn't exist, he is destined to be injured...

It has been a long time since Lan Yichen was brought back to the Xiahou clan by Xia Houling.

As for Xia Houzhan, when he opened his eyes and woke up on a certain day of the year, his black eyes suddenly met the familiar and beautiful face, he was slightly startled, and was stunned.

Then, facing Lan Yichen who was still in a coma, he showed a big smile, and called out sweetly:

"Miss..."

Then, dramatically, as if nothing had happened, Xia Houzhan, the master of Wuhuilou, completely returned to normal.

Xia Houzhan didn't bring up those days of drunkenness and dreams, nor did he ask where Lan Yichen was going. Everyone carefully avoided that topic. It seemed that, in that way, it could be determined that it was really a dream.

The thin bed gauze floated slowly, as if having a nightmare, as if experiencing a catastrophe.

After waking up from the nightmare, the real world is still beautiful, the catastrophe is over, and life is still happy.

Lan Yichen's health is still poor, and he hasn't been awake for long.

Not long after they arrived at Xiahou's clan, Xia Wentian sent the 'Wannian Xuanbing Iron Box'.

This time, Xia Wentian didn't say much, left his things and left with Cantian, as if he and Xiahou's clan were just strangers who passed by.

Lan Yichen, who didn't want to think about anything, lay on the big soft bed, turned his eyes, and his eyes fell on the three words 'Luochenju'.

Really came back.

Lan Yichen sighed silently, on his beautiful and pale face, there was a melancholy and sadness that he had never seen before.

"Chen'er..."

Xia Houzhan was leaning in front of the door, his handsome face was a little thin, and his slightly charming black eyes were bottomless, looking extremely deep.

Lan Yichen was startled, looked up at the person who appeared suddenly, and curled the corners of his lips:

"Xiahou..."

As soon as he spoke, he was taken aback by his hoarse voice.

Xia Houzhan walked slowly to the table, poured a cup of tea gracefully, lifted the bed veil, supported Lan Yichen to sit on the head of the bed, and passed the tea to his lips, a pair of eyes as black as midnight stared intently at look at him:

"You...really, you're back."

Lan Yichen nodded and smiled: "En!"

Xia Houzhan closed his eyes, his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, stained with water vapor, and said bitterly:

"I saw you when I opened my eyes...you are right in front of my eyes..."

Lan Yichen then nodded and smiled: "En!"

Xia Houzhan opened his eyes and raised his lips: "You will never leave again?"

Nod and smile: "En!"

"Miss..."

Still nodding, smiling like a flower: "En!"

In any case, it was a choice he had made long ago, wasn't it?