Vol 4 Chapter 703:

Between heaven and earth, it seemed to be quiet.
Only a few meters apart, they looked at each other quietly. It was an extremely stunning man. The outline was almost the same as the people in her memory, but her hair was cut short, domineering and iron-blooded. There was still a style that raised her hand like a king. However, without the arrogance of adolescence, a little more restrained by the years of precipitation, he was still so young, if she did not know that more than twenty years had passed, she would almost think that the years were only gentle on his face After a few years of flowing through the ground, he didn't seem to change much, but in that eye, there was a little more vicissitudes and loneliness.
Mo Jitian!
She looked pale and stared staringly approaching step by step. He walked very slowly, step by step, as if stepping on her apex, the pain spreading all over her limbs, she thought he would be excited, crazy...
But there was an amazing calm in the man's eyes, and he walked slowly to her.
She was thinking, after more than twenty-six years, can they return to the past?
It should not be!
She stared at him stunnedly, looking for the young man almost greedily, the shadow that remained in her heart. This was the man she had loved so much, and now she stood in front of her and still felt the pain in her heart.
His eyes looked at her steadily, without moving, the sun shining in through the window, and he seemed to be covered with a layer of eternal light, like a statue of Henggu.
She wants to say something, how are you? These three simple words choked in his throat, and he couldn't speak. He didn't say anything. He just stood in front of her for a long, long time without moving.
"Ruyu..." His lips wriggled a few times, and he finally spit out this desperate name in his heart for more than two decades...
When she returned to Italy for more than two decades, she broke into his site to steal a famous painting. Between the struggles, he asked, what is your name?
She answered, Su Ruyu.
He laughed, a vulgar name.
At that time, he hadn't thought about it. The name he once laughed at would make him crazy, and he would be carved into his heart like bone blood, becoming a wound that he could not heal.
Mo Jitian suddenly hugged Su Ruyu, and held her tightly in his arms. There was surprise and comfort in his eyes. Su Ruyu's arm was so painful that he couldn't utter a word.
"Ruyu, you go slowly and talk to me." Mo Jitian whispered in her ear, then the blood-stained man, with a trembling voice, did not dare to be too loud, fearing to take her soul away.
"Ruyu, after you die, I often have hallucinations in front of my eyes. When I walk on the road, my laughter often sounds in my ears. There are phantoms everywhere in this room. I'm going crazy..."
"You talk to me, hate me, scold me, don't say a word, I have talked to you for more than 20 years, and you say something to me anyway, OK? Ruyu... "
"Ruhua said that you are not dead, and I really want to believe that you are not dead. I have been looking for you for twenty years. Every time I hear about your news, no matter the true or false, I will run over, but I am always disappointed again and again, I know You are dead and you will never come back. For so many years, I am delusional..."
The hoarse voice whispered his miss over and over again in her ear. For her, the words were heart-breaking, and every sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart fiercely.
Mo Jitian, I'm not dead! She wanted to shout, but her voice was sobbing in her throat that she couldn't say a word.
Does he think she is dead?
For more than 20 years, I haven’t been on land, and my name is incognito. All the information is fake. I am stateless and have no relatives.
Her eyes were red somehow, and the tears wet his white shirt on his chest.
in case……
If she knew that someone in the world missed her so much, if she was waiting for her for more than twenty years, she would not avoid it...
"Ruyu, do you speak to me, okay? Every time you don't speak, I'm alone, so lonely." His business seemed to laugh and cry, sounded lightly in her ear, and suddenly became stiff...
A wetness on his chest.
He knew he had a disease, illusion or mental illness. He didn’t care. Every night, he would see Su Ruyu in every corner of the house. Sometimes he would drink tea with him, and sometimes he would accompany him in the nursing yard. Camellia sometimes smiles lightly on the side and looks at her tenderly...
In this illusion, he has spent more than 20 years. If Su Ruyu's illusions accompany him every day, I am afraid that he will not be dead anymore and can't stand the loneliness and thoughts of a person.
Can't stand the world without Su Ruyu.
But she has been with him quietly, never speaking, he sometimes hugs her, and also feels the satisfaction and comfort in her arms, but never feels...
temperature!
And tears!
The body was warm, and she wept in his arms.
Mo Jitian's body was as stiff as a stone, and his eyes were suddenly dangerous. His palms were buckled on her shoulders, and he suddenly pulled away, looking at her with death...
There is a hidden ecstasy in the man's eyes...
He clasped her shoulders tightly, the palm was warm, the tears on her face were mottled, he touched it, and it was cool, but the cheeks were so warm and tender, which has never been seen in more than two decades Real feeling.
He was holding her face, rubbing her cheeks almost rudely, without a mask and no disguise. He took a breath and couldn't believe what he had suffered.
Mo Jitian suddenly closed her eyes, and the illusion was a more real illusion than before.
It must be so, otherwise...
how come?
In the silent space, only each other's heartbeats were fast and fierce, Mo Jitian opened his eyes again, Su Ruyu looked at him, his mouth opened, all words were locked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
Mo Jitian breathed suddenly, holding her face in his arms, "Ruyu?"
Su Ruyu wanted to say something, and wanted to smile at him, but for years, she had long forgotten how to laugh. She sighed in her heart, stabilized the pain in her heart, but finally nodded.
Mo Jitian's rapid breathing stopped suddenly, her stunning face suddenly turned pale, and her eyes were black. Her tall body fell softly into Su Ruyu's arms...
"Mo Jitian? Mo Jitian? Ni Tian..."