King's glory: dear Angela

Angela felt that she was awake, and she could feel the fresh air in the room, as well as his unique breath.She even felt that she could see the boy's handsome face and all the furnishings in the room.

But she couldn't open her eyes, like in a nightmare, couldn't move, couldn't speak.

She saw a ferocious beast chasing her. She wanted to run away, but her legs seemed to be weakened and she couldn't lift her strength. She wanted to call for help, but she couldn't make a sound with her mouth open and all her strength.She felt anxious and frightened, and kept struggling, feeling that her nerves were almost stretched to death.

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The boy's white clothes have now been replaced with elegant gentleman's attire. He is tall and handsome, calm and upright.

Li Bai held Angela's little hand, and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

Wake up, my girl.

On the bedside were the new dresses he had prepared for her, the thicker warm skirts, and even the small leather shoes on the floor were new.

In the Norman Palace, Solna looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, graceful and graceful, and her skin under the dark blue dress was even whiter.It's just the left side of the face...the woman reached out and touched the scar lightly, it was so ugly.Tears trickled down the eyelids, but they couldn't wash away the hatred surging in the beautiful eyes.

Norman was alone in the underground palace, sending away all the attendants.Does it feel like everything is a dream?

He found the sketchbook that the girl had left behind, and spread it out casually.The crooked pencil writing on the white paper is shocking.

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Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea without returning.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Will enter the wine, the cup will not stop.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

Behind the paper are densely packed, the two names "Li Bai and Angela", and some sketches that have been altered and altered.

The empty hall was so quiet that only the sound of his own breathing remained, and Norman suddenly felt his chest constricted.

Angela woke up on a cold morning, snowflakes were falling silently through the glass window.

And she, who was tortured by the nightmare, looked tired and was staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Li Bai didn't speak, but just looked at her silently.

After what seemed like a long time, Angela slowly closed her eyes and opened them again.Gently turning his small head, looking at Li Bai's face, his eyelashes fluttered up and down, and there were countless distances and emptiness in his eyes.

Li Bai looked back at her, his abyss-like eyes seemed to be prying into her soul.

He regretted it after all.

If I didn't get angry at the beginning and came to the Land of Warriors to find her earlier, everything would be different.

It was him, Li Bai, who didn't protect his woman well.

"is it you"

The light and fluttering voice seemed to be afraid of scaring away the scene in front of him.Angela was careful, knowing that every time she pounced on him to touch or hug him, that person would disappear and wake up to find it was just a dream again.

That kind of heartbreak, she has experienced many times.

She slowly sat up from the bed, turned her head and stopped looking at him.The little arms embraced the folded legs, and the head was gently buried in the knees.

Li Bai quietly watched her every move, his black eyes were as deep as the bottom of the sea, and something on his chest was constantly scratching and hurting.He really wanted to hug her gently and tell her not to be afraid anymore.

"An An."

A low and gentle voice sounded, and Li Bai's lips parted slightly.

She seemed to hear his voice, he was calling her name.Angela raised her head in disbelief, looking like a homeless child, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, until Li Bai stretched out his warm palm to gently touch her face.

It turned out that all of this was true, and it was no longer the same as every morning in the past.

"Woooooooooooooooo..."

In the bedroom, the soft choked sobs gradually turned into weeping loudly.

Every time Angela imagined before, she should be elated.But when Li Bai really appeared in the land of warriors, in her hometown, beside her, she cried and burst into tears.

The overwhelming grievances, and then sorting out the moment when he really came, it was like sea water spreading out of control.

Sitting on the edge of the soft bed, Li Bai lifted her up gently and rubbed her into his embrace.

Angela was trembling in her arms, and her little hands were grabbing his black robe.He stepped up his hands, pressed his face against her hair, closed his eyes, and let her vent.

For Li Bai, there is nothing unforgivable in the world, unless someone bullies Angela.

Outside the window was the hazy sky, and the heavy snow covered everything around it with silver.

"I have been waiting for you."

After crying, Angela looked at him with a faint relief on her face, with a smile that would make people feel strange.

Li Bai was silent, just like in the past.

Why does it make him feel that as time goes by, something is missing between them?It's the kind of experience about her that I know in my heart but can't feel and touch.

"Look me in the eyes, Angela."

Li Bai had a slight remorse on his face, but his expression was serious.

"I'm here."

Angela was a little nostalgic, and stared at the boy in front of her intently.

"I am by your side, I am your husband."

"So no matter what happens, don't be afraid anymore."

Li Bai caressed her brows and eyes, looking affectionate, his gaze seemed to be a magnetic vortex, and Angela was drunk in the deep darkness.

In Marco Polo's house, the home environment of the palace atmosphere allows the teenagers in the canyon to immerse themselves in a kind of nostalgia for Western history. The bed with gorgeous curtains is decorated with large paintings on the walls.

Early in the morning, Han Xin whistled in the corridor on the second floor. He didn't know where to throw the gun that he never left his hand. He also changed his clothes and stood side by side with Zhao Yun, looking very handsome.Everyone got up one after another, and went downstairs with laughter.

The tranquility of the morning was unknowingly broken, and Angela came back to her senses.

After slowly changing her clothes, she stood up from the bed.

"Shoes on."

Li Bai swung his arms around, and Angela lost her balance and fell into his arms.With his back against the boy's chest, he looked at the pair of beautiful hands, which were putting on shoes for her.

A little stunned, this feeling is too good to be real, she turned her head slightly, looking back... She couldn't reach it, she could only see her chin.

Li Bai raised the corners of his lips, lowering his head and looking serious.Angela raised her head, her soft hair rubbed against his arms, feeling wonderful and warm in her heart.She suddenly felt... She hadn't blushed for a long time and her heart skipped a beat.

"Okay, go down."

The young man glanced at her casually, his eyes were slightly blurred.

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Angela held her mouth shut, and rubbed herself down from Li Bai's arms.

Hug more to die?