"...After leaving the sword formation, will sister forget about me?"

The young man smiled softly, with blood dripping from the corner of his lips and dripping on the black clothes without any trace. The strength of his arms increased instead of decreasing. He rubbed her gently and murmured softly, "After all, I love you It’s not that good either…”

The pale glow shrouded the sword array, and the branches outside the village were covered with fallen snow that had not yet melted. The evening breeze blew gently through the air, making it especially gentle and gentle.

When Su Heng was in a daze, he seemed to remember what his master once said.

I like this kind of thing.

Like the bright moon...

...I keep looking forward, but I can’t cut it off.

Su Heng chuckled, and before she could answer, the young man tightly held her waist and brought her into the mid-air of the formation.

"There's still tea time..." he murmured to himself, "but...this time is enough."

Only later...

It's her who doesn't want him anymore.

*

"Su Heng, what are you thinking about?" Seeing that he was distracted, Su Qiao subconsciously waved her hand to signal the other person to come back to his senses.

After the young man was gradually pulled away from his thoughts, his beautiful black eyes curled up, and he turned his head slightly to look at the little girl beside him who interrupted him, and curled the corners of his lips in a subtle way...

Long time no see.

My sister.

…

You must not know...

How much I like you.

*

Digression:

Sister Xiao Qiao must have never said that when they first met, Su Xiaoheng’s impression on her should be:
Chapter completed!