Finally, when she was sober, she said the words that had made him uneasy in the dormitory these days.
He was finally able to clearly feel the regret in his heart.
Su Luo stared at Nangong Liuyun in a daze.
The scene of that day emerged in my mind.
Nangong Liuyun turned and left, his back was resolute, without a trace of room for maneuver.
Heavy rain, a thin figure, and desperate cries...
Su Luo pondered for a moment, her delicate jade-like hands stroking his hair, her voice soft, "I also made some mistakes that day, it's not all your fault."
"No, it's my fault." Nangong Liuyun raised his eyes. He was originally indifferent and distant, but now he was tender and touching.
Su Luo smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Nangong, it's my fault. If I hadn't hesitated and stammered that day, you wouldn't have misunderstood me."
"Luoluo--" Nangong Liuyun's voice was gentle and low, and his bony hand tightly grasped Su Luo's hand. The two lonely hearts were tightly intertwined and merged into one.
"I regret it so much." Nangong Liuyun sat on the edge of the bed, gently holding Su Luo in his arms, resting his chin on her head, and spoke slowly.
"If I had been more patient and controlled my temper that day, you wouldn't have..."
When Nangong Liuyun thought of how Su Luo had been injured by the old witch Yanxia, veins suddenly popped out of his face, which was as delicate as fine porcelain, and he looked ferocious and violent.
"Master has already killed the old witch Yanxia." Su Luo smiled faintly, with a bright smile.
"I didn't kill him myself." Nangong Liuyun said with some regret.
Su Luo looked at Nangong Liuyun, who was dressed in a brocade robe and looked elegant and noble to the extreme, and smiled: "It doesn't matter, she is dead anyway."
"However, Ouyang Yunqi is not dead yet!" Nangong Liuyun clenched his fists slightly.
At this moment, his eyes were deep and cold, like a piercing cold light, and his face showed an unparalleled domineering and powerful aura.
Su Luo's heart twitched slightly.
It can be seen that this proud, noble, king-like man in front of him really cares about Shang Yunqi.
Even though he didn't ask, it didn't mean he didn't want to know.
He was so angry that day, which shows how much he cares about me. But now that I am seriously injured, he is deliberately suppressing it, right?
Master once said that Yunqi had fallen into the devil's way. Now, even Master couldn't find his whereabouts.
But one day, Yunqi will surely return as the king, and then...
Su Luo took a deep breath, took Nangong Liuyun's hand, and stared at him quietly: "Do you believe me?"
Nangong Liuyun nodded without hesitation: "I believe it."
No matter what Luo Luo said, he believed it all.
No matter what Luoluo wants, as long as he has it.
This was the oath Nangong Liuyun made to himself the last time he saw Su Luo on the verge of death.
Su Luo looked at Nangong Liuyun in front of her.
It was sunset at this time. In the faint afterglow of the setting sun, his black hair cascaded down like ink, falling on his thin shoulders, making him look evil, feminine and dazzling.
Such a perfect man, and now she was in danger of losing him...
Su Luo pursed her thin, crimson lips and finally made up her mind: "Then, it's time to tell you about what happened in the past."
Rather than letting Yunqi interfere in the future, it is better to tell the whole thing now. If Nangong Liuyun cannot accept it then... then it is better to suffer a short pain than a long one.
Seeing Su Luo's serious expression, Nangong Liuyun hesitated: "If it's difficult..."
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