Slowly, Ling Mulao seemed to have no more strength, and his body slipped down little by little, squatting on the ground and holding his ankles tightly with his arms.

Burying his entire face in his knees, with hair as smooth as seaweed covering his cheeks, Ling Mulao sobbed, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Yi, it hurts so much, my heart hurts so much!"

Holding the position of the heart with his right hand, Ling Mulao held his five fingers together tightly, as if he wanted to take out the heart.

Such heartbreaking pain, compared with being abandoned by my mother 12 years ago, is even more severe and overwhelming now.

"Yi, where are you? Didn't you promise to stay with me?"

"I don't care about being together for the rest of my life, but I care about you always being here."

"Yi, I haven't said that I love you, and you haven't said that you love me. In this case, shouldn't we express our love to each other?"

"..."

Burying his head in his knees, Ling Mulao sobbed loudly, and every word he said was heartbreaking.

At the beginning, I thought that love could last forever, that everything could be left unsaid, and that staying together could express everything.

However, when she faced the moment of loss, Ling Mulao realized that a lifetime is too luxurious, and only cherishing every moment is the most real thing.

Unfortunately, when she understood this truth, it was too late, too late to even say goodbye.

Who said that you should say goodbye early, otherwise you will be caught off guard when you really have to face this moment.

"Yi, will you come back?"

In the empty world, this voice from the heart slowly ripples.

"Fool, I'm always by your side!"

The low, magnetic voice had a faint gentleness that belonged to that domineering man.

Ling Mulao was startled and raised his head in disbelief.

In the eyes blurred by tears, the fog has faded, and in the amusement park where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, Nangong Yi, dressed in a blue aqua robe, stands in front of him so casually and handsomely.

The corners of her lips are slightly raised, and her deep eyes are as beautiful as gems.

"Girl, you're so ugly from crying!" Nangong Yi raised his eyebrows, and deliberately pretended to be disgusted, but he smiled warmly and knocked Ling Mulao on the head.

"No matter how ugly I am, I am always the most beautiful!" Wiping away the tears on her face with her sleeves, Ling Mulao jumped to her feet, biting her red lips, and gave her a fierce glare.

"Okay, my woman will always be the most beautiful!" Nangong Yi shook his head slightly, smiled helplessly, then stretched out his long arms and held Ling Muchao tightly in his arms.

"Nangong Yi, is it really you? Are you okay?" Listening to the beating of his heart, Ling Mulao buried his head on his warm chest and raised his eyebrows at Nangong Yi, who looked energetic.

There are no purple wounds, no livid face, she is still the elegant and sinister person she was when we first met her.

"Girl, say what you just said again, did I not hear clearly?" Without answering Ling Mulao's question, Nangong Yi just hugged her tighter and murmured in a deep voice.

"I love you, I really love you~" Without hesitation, Ling Mulao knew that love needs to be spoken boldly, even a thousand or ten thousand times is not enough to express it.

"Girl, I love you too~"

The warm kiss was like the spring breeze. Nangong Yi lowered his head and gently kissed Ling Muchao's beautiful forehead.

However, this sentence "I love you" suddenly turned into a spring breeze and gradually disappeared with the wind.
Chapter completed!