Chapter 2445: You are not wrong, just don't love me

He suddenly walked slowly from the void, with a faint halo all over him, still a magnificent and imposing god. She stood there shyly, and did not dare to blink, for fear of blinking, he disappeared again.
The halo was getting closer and closer to her, he stood in front of her, held out his hand, and seemed to want to wipe the tears from her face, but then let go.
Tian Xueqing held his breath, looked at him for a moment, finally reacted, and subconsciously wanted to hug him, but did not expect to directly smash him, the golden light scattered, floating in the air like a galaxy.
Then Jin Guang slowly condensed into a human figure and reappeared in front of her.
"You ..." Tian Xueqing's tears fell again.
He was in the void and hugged her in vain, and the cold and fragrant smell of him surrounded her, and a voice sounded low from her mind, with a little helplessness: "Xueqing ..."
Tian Xueqing looked at him with tears in her eyes, full of hope in her tone: "Will you come back? I miss you so much."
Ji Yunhuang's body seemed to be stiff and hesitated for a while.
It turned into a sigh: "Xue Qing, I'm sorry ... forget me."
As Jinguang gathered in his hands, he put his hands on her long hair and stroked them.
His warm breath made her craving, and his touch made her feel at ease.
The heart has become extremely peaceful, and the pain and despair of many days have been withdrawn a little ... some ingrained pictures in my mind have faded a little ...
She was shocked and broke free suddenly: "Never!"
The dream came to an abrupt end, and she opened her eyes suddenly.
Still the room, the bed. He was still lying there silently.
Tian Xueqing stared at the person in bed with a certain look of emptiness.
The night is cold like water, and the moon is like water.
I heard outside the window and kept talking, and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and rustling, reflecting the large moon, was quite summery.
There was hot wind outside the window, but there was some bleakness inside.
She stretched out her hand and touched Ji Yunhuang's long eyelashes. The eyelashes touched the itchiness of her hands, and her heart trembled.
I wanted to leave at the touch of a touch, but lingered.
Her little hand ran across his slightly closed eyes, tall bridge of nose, thin lips ...
She closed her eyes, remembering the warmth in her short dream, and the light and helpless apology from the void.
She took his hand that was hanging on the side of the bed, his hand was cold, and she couldn't hold it no matter how she held it, until her heart became cold with every inch.
This hand once touched her body, this hand once waved her relentlessly. This hand once brought her full despair.
It was also this hand that saved her, her master, and this hand once held her hand and told her not to be afraid ...
This hand once dragged her to heaven and once pushed her into hell—
Now this hand was powerless to do anything else, and no matter how she grasped it, she would no longer give her a half-line reaction--
She pressed her face to this hand and closed her eyes slightly.
"Yunhuang, when I was dragged underground by a ghost vine a hundred years ago, I blame you, but I don't hate you. You are not wrong, you just don't love me ... I hate myself, wishful thinking. So I died At that time, I swear to heaven that the next life will forget you and never see you again ... "Her voice was very calm, empty and peaceful.