Chapter 721: Love and hate life and death

Su Xingyan looked at her quietly. When he saw her for the last time, the birthmark was still on her face, which was far less thrilling than the current beauty.
She used to like his time, like something that happened in the last life.
It was so long that he felt a little unreal.
He should ask her if she is good, or say something about the poor monk, at least instinctively say Amitabha, but he can't say a word. She is like a grain of cinnabar in his heart, cannot be erased, cannot be forgotten, cannot be loved.
Han Jing gave him a slightly surprised look, then turned his face and walked past him.
She never thought that she could meet him in this life, but as far as she was concerned, there was nothing to say if he met or not. Since he has escaped into the empty door, then all the past should be gone.
Han Jing only regarded it as a coincidence, and she really didn't have any good relationship with him, so she passed by like this. Start on the whole network, book guest!
Su Xingyan stood quietly on the spot, he could feel the cold scent of her passing by in the night wind when she walked past him, and he could feel that she had really passed by.
Long after she walked past, he was still standing on the bridge, motionless among people.
It seems that he is the only one left in the world, oh no, and she who passed him by.
He thought he would never forget this scene in his whole life.
Their fate in this life, love and hate in this life, are like this passing scene.
As the beginning, but also as the ending.
They met suddenly, forgot to look at each other, paused, and then missed a lifetime.
He didn't grab her when he should grab her hand, and when he wanted to reach out and grab her, she had already walked over and left.
Some things, some people, some fate, some feelings, love or hate, are like this miss, in the night breeze, the wind passed away, and the smoke disappeared.
He has long been accustomed to the naming of hands, but he can't feel the pain anymore.
It's not letting go, it's empty.
Love and hate life and death, nothing.

Han Jing walked slowly back to the Royal Palace, without disturbing the servants in the palace, but went straight back to the small courtyard where they lived.
Lanterns are still hanging in the yard, and candles are still burning in the room.
Everything is still as it was in memory, like a tiny bit, unchanged.
She frowned, and suddenly smelled a scent.
Very familiar, the fascinating taste buds couldn't help but feel tempted, she missed the fragrance very much, and was about to forget.
Han Jing stood quietly in the yard, there was no one in the yard, but the fragrance was real.
She looked in the direction of the kitchenette.
There was candlelight in the small kitchen and...people.
She wanted to turn around and leave, but she couldn't move a step as if she was filled with lead.
Then she saw that Su Yu had a tray in her hand, on which was a slightly larger porcelain bowl, from which a coveted fragrance was wafting out.
This scene is very familiar.
How many nights had she been greedy for the noodles he made, even in the middle of the night, if she pestered him to eat, he immediately made them for her.
She waited quietly at the door, watching him come out of the kitchen, still holding the noodle soup that made her drool.
Walking back from the palace all the way, the things I ate seemed to have been digested.
She is a little hungry.