The wind of the thunderbolt

Nanfeng Bujing had a dream. This was a dream that he had never had before. In this dream was the tenderness that he only wanted. The beauty in that dream made him want to hold on tightly to everything. It was hard to get it. good--

How can you let it go easily? How can you just let it go?

Nan Feng Bujing grasped everything around him almost crazily - including the hand that he had held tightly since before he fell asleep.

The sudden pain made Xiang Ling, who was too tired to take a nap beside the bed, frowned.Looking at Nanfeng Bujing's eyes closed tightly with an expression as if facing an enemy, Xiang Ling rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wipe the sweat off his cheeks with the other hand for Nanfeng Bujing.

Something that came out of nowhere tightly grasped this flawless hand, Nan Feng Bujing felt a warm force approaching in his dream, instinctively wanted to grasp it, but his body actually obeyed the intuition in the dream honestly.The hand that had been tightly grasping the bed sheet held Xiang Ling's other plain hand.Sensing that familiar aura, Nanfeng Bujing suddenly opened his eyes.

It really wasn't just a dream, Lingqing really came back.

Nanfeng Bujing didn't even dare to speak, fearing that if he made a sound, he would be startled and scattered in this gentle world that was so hard to condense.

It was Xiang Ling who was the first to break the silence. She broke free from the hand that he had held tightly since falling asleep—eventually, she was bruised by him in the dream.Carefully wiped the sweat stains on his cheeks and neck, "Are you hungry? How about I cook for you? It's late now, just lie down for a while."

Nanfeng Bujing didn't answer, but stubbornly held Xiangling's hand and refused to let go.

Xiang Ling sighed, and stopped talking, and looked straight into Nan Feng Bujing's eyes, that deep feeling made her heart tremble, and her eye sockets turned red, she quickly looked away, and tried hard to swallow the pain in her eyes. A sense of heat and humidity.

Nan Feng Bujing's hand caressed her face, making her look into her eyes again. "You - lost weight." Three short words conveyed his endless lovesickness.

Nanfeng Bujing caressed Xiangling's face carefully, with joy and joy for the first time, but also endless disappointment that might be the last.

"I... I'm back on the Killing Broken Island." Can't help but want to explain something to him, Xiang Ling doesn't want to show any sorrow on his pale face.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Nanfeng Bujing narrated calmly, and his words, which were clearly without any blame, made Xiangling shed tears that he had endured for a long time.

"I asked Sister Cui to come and inform you that she is now under house arrest in the Huozhai Buddha Prison. I visited her when I came back, but was stopped by the Marquis of Triumph." Xiang Ling sighed, tears streaming wantonly—Sister Cui has already I have paid too much, and I have no reason to be greedy for the power she gives me.

"I didn't wait for her notice, I thought you..." Nanfeng Bujing didn't even dare to say the words 'never come' out of his mouth, he couldn't, didn't dare, and was even more afraid of saying it as a prophecy.

"What if, what if I still don't come?" Xiang Ling wanted to know the answer.

Nanfeng Bujing helped her wipe away the teardrops gushing from her eyes, and sure enough—is the most burning warmth in the world the tears of love? "I will wait until you come to see me." This is the oath I made to myself when I pushed Tianxiang that day, if I can't wait for her, I will destroy the world.

"What if I never come back?" If——King Jian Wu didn't give Xiang Ling this last indulgence, how could Nan Feng Bu Jing wait?

Nanfeng Bujing tried his best to sit up from the bed, hugged Xiangling's thin body tightly, and did what he liked to do most - resting his head on Xiangling's shoulder.

"I'll wait forever."

The price he paid for these short six words was his whole life!

Obviously there are many things I want to say to her, there are many questions I want to ask her to answer, and there are endless tenderness I want to reveal to her.

But the person who saw her didn't even say a word!

The south wind does not compete, the south wind does not compete, is it really poisoned too deeply? This kind of love can't be broken, and I am always crazy!

"Obviously we are all frustrated in love, you once asked me why I always pursue the person in front of me, but never look back at the figure who is waiting hard behind me. But—isn't this just persistence? Hollow heart The bracelet is inlaid with red beans, and I am deeply in love with each other~." Xiang Ling lay in Nan Feng Bu Jing's arms, speaking with a sad tone.

Hugging Xiang Ling tightly, Nanfeng Bujing stroked her flowing hair with his hands, "Does Lingqing still want to be persistent?" The same people are obsessed with their own obsessions." 'I don't care about your past, I only care about whether I have you in my future.Even - I am willing to love you who loves him. '

"I have lost the right to be persistent." Xiang Ling opened her white hands, "My hands are already stained with blood, and the one who can stand beside him is a kind person like him. I - have lost qualified for this."

Nanfeng Bujing reached out and grabbed Xiangling's hands—the hands trembled slightly and were a little cold. "It doesn't matter whether your hands are stained with blood or not. To accept someone is to tolerate her all - including her shortcomings, isn't it? Lingqing, so what if the sky falls? Nanfeng will be the first to go up."

"Last night, the east wind was warm, and the embankment was full of flowers. Take me up to the embankment, and a pair of butterflies came. Holding hands to see, hair tied and smiling, people will grow old every year, and love will continue every year. White head! White head!" Xiang Ling's tears could no longer be restrained, they gushed out and dyed Nan Feng Bu Jing's clothes. "Feng Qing, I lost him, I have lost him."

Seeing the pain of losing a loved one like this, Nanfeng Bujing must have a deeper understanding.It turned out that he had always been carrying such a heavy feeling on his every step, even though his heart was already in pain, he still wanted to give her all his warmth.

Who can privately own Mount Fuji out of love?

Nanfeng Bujing has already given Xiangling everything a man can give to a beloved woman.

"I'm still here, I've always been here." Nan Feng Bubi patted Xiang Ling on the back, speaking the most touching words of love in the most gentle tone. "I'm always here."

I only wish that the king's heart is like mine, and that I will not disappoint Qing Acacia.

But, Lingqing,

Can your heart be like mine?

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