Tang Fangge was melancholy and didn't know how to say it. It took her a while to find her voice. This warm embrace was the one she longed for before, but now she didn't have the strength to hold his shoulders. Even if she knew

His body was trembling slightly, and she couldn't let go and hug him.

"Play a song, do you remember what happened before?" This sentence has been in An Zexi's heart for a long time, but today he still can't help but want to ask her. He wants her, but he doesn't want someone who only has a body.

A woman without a soul. She is Tang Fangge, that's why he wanted her. If she wasn't, he would rather not touch her.

Tang Fangge was silent for a while, did she still love him? In fact, she really wanted to tell him this answer before, but she had no way to say it. But later, when everything went in the direction she was familiar with

After it developed, she was completely lost. Maybe she loved him deeply, so she also hated him deeply. Those words still echoed in her ears like a nightmare.

"Yes." He replied calmly. The voice seemed to be drawn from the air, but it disappeared in an instant.

An Zexi's eyelids shrank slightly, "Do you hate me?" These words were very bitter, as if his own bile had been crushed and flowed from his own blood vessels into his heart. The bitter taste was painful.

An Zexi felt scared, guilty, and felt deeply helpless.

Tang Fangge didn't speak, just looked at An Zexi. In the past, she had always thought that he was an almighty god, or even an unpredictable man. He had never been afraid of anything, but how could he make him so powerful now?

She felt very fragile. Those eyes were not the domineering or even arrogant ones before, but a kind of vulnerability. It was like a man who was in love for the first time confessing to the woman he liked, but he was looking forward to it uneasily.

At the same time, he was afraid, afraid that she would reject everything from him.

With him like this, what else could she say? Tang Fangge's hand gently stroked An Zexi's hair, and the silver hair swayed in her eyes like a shining silver arrow.

Her fingers were running through his hair, and there was even a sense of heartache and pity. His hair used to be so black.

, how pale she is now. Such paleness, although it is silver, is the same as the blank color of death. Such color makes her heart filled with unbearable, why can his hair be so white?

It looks so white, like pure snow, without even a hint of black.

"Why are these hair strands all white?" she asked, but did not answer his question. She just ran her fingers through An Zexi's hair without saying a word. She just looked at An Zexi's hair, and

Not his eyes.

"Do you like it when you turned into moonlight?" He didn't answer her question, he just asked. These colored hair may be evidence of his crime. When he had them, he didn't know how to cherish them. When he lost them, he didn't know how to cherish them.

Only then did he know how heartbreak felt like a razor blade. Now, he just wanted her to see his good side, not this bad side.

Tang Fangge thought for a while, "Moonlight is very good, but you can't avoid answering. Is it because of my death?" Since he didn't answer, she asked directly. She knew he didn't want to answer, so she did it deliberately

to avoid her questions, but she wanted to know such things instead of asking him to just avoid them.

An Zexi thought for a while and sighed helplessly. "It's not your death, but the punishment for not cherishing me. It's a piece of evidence." If he wants to dye these silver hair black, he can

Yes, it's just that he doesn't want to. He just wants to look at these hair strands. They are all evidence of his guilt, both against her and against himself.

"Very beautiful." Tang Fangge bit his lip and replied softly after a while. It was because of her that these hair became so white. Although he was only thirty years old, his hair already seemed to be in his eighties.

The old man also couldn't see a single black hair. He had only heard people say that people's hair would turn as white as snowflakes overnight due to grief. It wasn't until now that Tang Fangge actually witnessed it. This hair is evidence of guilt.

He punished himself just because of her.

"Tell me, do you hate me?" An Zexi answered Tang Fangge's question. Now it was naturally his turn to ask the question. Naturally, he would not allow her to remain silent or just deal with it in such a perfunctory manner. He also wanted to

Knowing this answer was a question that had worried him for a long time. Even if it was just hatred, at least he knew what her attitude was.

Tang Fangge lowered his head and said nothing. She didn't know how to answer. That night, every word he said was imprinted on her heart. She only knew those things, but what reason did she have to hate him? He was doing it for her.

Well, now she knows that her heart has

Two have been replaced. And this is the third heart. Having three hearts does it mean that she has had three lives. But these three lives have made her feel painful, and the scars on her chest are still so obvious until now.

Three lives, what path should she take?

"Play a song, look into my eyes and tell me, okay?" An Zexi's voice was a little hoarse, and there was a lot of uneasiness. He had already lost her once and didn't want to lose her again. If the answer this time is hate.

, what should he do, should he trap her by his side like before? If that's the case, she will probably hate herself even more! He doesn't want to make any more mistakes in his life...

An Zexi held Tang Fangge's face with his hands. He was stunned for a moment, and her tears rolled out like broken pearls. Her eyes were a little helpless, just looking at him like that.

"Don't cry, I'll be heartbroken if you cry." An Zexi gently kissed away Tang Fangge's tears. Did he really push her too hard? "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you to say it anymore.

Play a song, I just want you to laugh, I don’t want to see you cry or bleed again. If

If you cry, I would rather my blood can turn into your tears and help you cry." Anzexi is not a person who cries all the time, so he usually won't cry. When a man is willing to use his own blood to cry,

Instead of a woman's tears, she is loving the woman in front of her with her life.

"I don't know, I don't know if I hate you, I don't know if I still love you, I don't know..." Choking, Tang Fangge said something that had puzzled her for a long time. It wasn't that she didn't want to say it.

Is it love or hate? It’s just the mixed feeling of love and hate in her heart that makes her

She couldn't tell whether it was love or hate, she was just struggling like this. If it was love, she felt a little resentful of his concealment and what he had done to her family. But if it was love, she felt scared.

I was very scared, and even felt that I no longer loved him.

An Zexi looked into Tang Fangge's eyes. She was looking at him like a helpless child. She didn't know whether it was love or hate. She had fallen into it. All he wanted was a chance for her to choose.

If possible, he would naturally like to see her love him.

"Fang Ge, if love can make you shed less tears, can you love me again?" An Zexi looked at Tang Fangge, with the most sincere desire in his eyes. Hating someone is eternal pain, but if you love someone

People will definitely have happiness willing to come. He hopes that she can love her more than she hates herself in her heart.

There were tears in Tang Fangge's eyes. If she could really continue to love, should she continue? She touched her chest. This heart was the third one. Her life should have ended long ago. But she couldn't do this.

A person's life must be lived wonderfully. She looked at An Zexi and did not nod to answer him, but just put her lips in front of An Zexi. This was the first time that she took the initiative and really went.

Kiss him.

Tang Fangge's kiss was cautious. Her kiss was like a gust of wind. The early spring wind fell on An Zexi's face. From his hair, then to his slightly happy eyes, and finally to his lips.

Her lips were pressed against his. When he imitated how he kissed her, she stretched out her tongue and gently rubbed his lips. Anzexi really wanted to say that even if she didn't have to do this, he would have already been there.

Waiting for her.

Only this time, he wanted her to take the initiative. Opening his lips lightly, he allowed her tongue to timidly explore his mouth, first his teeth, then his tongue, and then slowly entangled them together.

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