Chapter 1634: wish you well

He wanted to ask her how he could be so heartless.
She said she was unworthy, but apparently she was saying he was unworthy.
The other is her heart's love. What about him, what is he?
Isn't she thinking the same way as that person? They all feel that he is not on the table, and that it is time to discard the existence of stripping and destruction.
Does she know?
The impurities that man has been peeling off are actually loving her, loving her, loving her.
He loves her more than that man.
Every breath he takes, every heartbeat, every moment of existence, is because he loves her.
Everything he loves her.
But that person saw "love her" as an impurity.
The man just wanted to strip these impurities away and destroy them.
It's like eliminating trash.
That man is really unworthy.
But how could she be like this.
Why do you still choose such a person until now?
He couldn't say a word so much.
Just looking at her eyes, black gas gradually developed.
Yan Song slowly got up straight, looked up, and looked at him.
His black gas, which was almost roaring, met her moist eyes, and slowly and again suppressed.
He chuckled, "What's the use of sorry, what's the use of hoe? Do you think I would care?"
He squeezed his fingers tightly, and before he said, even if she wanted to leave, he would never let her leave this small world.
This small world is their home, their family of three, and he will never let her leave half a step.
Even if she dies, she can only die here!
When she didn't respond, he asked again, "He can't die anymore. How are you going to find him? And you and this chaotic little realm are already integrated, can you leave this little realm?"
He planned to stay still, and first explore her thoughts.
"I didn't plan to go to him."
Yange looked down and said softly, "But if I go on like this, I'm very uncomfortable."
Her long eyelashes fluttered like a fragile butterfly.
Gouzi stepped forward and wanted to hold her in her arms.
Yange's figure avoided the next moment.
He stopped at once: "Help me comb my hair."
He turned and walked towards the bedroom on one side.
The bedroom belonging to both of them was arranged by him.
The dressing table is tender green, and the edges of the mirror are dotted with leaves.
He always felt that she would like it.
Every day when he is awake, he looks at the dresser, imagining that she is sitting there, with long hair and waist, and a charming look that smiles at him when he combs his hair.
He walked slowly, but did not turn back.
The expression on his face was gentle, but the dark air around his eyes lingered, and even the corners of his lips gradually became rigid.
The words hesitated for a moment.
Since it's decided.
She didn't want to have any more involvement with him.
It's best for him to cut a knife quickly.
But at this moment, look at his back slowly moving forward.
In the end, she couldn't say what she refused.
Had to silently follow up.
Gouzi sat in front of the dresser, handed her the jasper comb, and looked at her in the mirror: "This dresser was made for you by myself. This comb was also polished by myself."
Yan Ge took Jasper's comb, looked down, and didn't speak.
He used to be a bald head, but now he has a black shoulder and good hair quality.
Yan Yan is gentle and gentle, combing his hair slowly.
Although his hair quality is good, his hair is knotted and it is difficult to comb through.
Gouzi stared at the gentle eyebrows as she bowed her head, his fingers squeezed tightly, but his voice was soft: "What is worse for him?"