Reborn Dijiao

Chapter 302
Under the desolate moonlight, the peach-blossom eyes were clear, and the brown pupils shone with the streamer of moonlight, as if shrouded in mist, covering the unspeakable sadness within.

Through the moon, it seems to be looking at the past.

Only when she was drunk and looked at the dusty night sky, would Ye Qingwan show such a sad side.

She always felt like there was something in her head, very fragmented, messy, and couldn't be put together, so she couldn't remember certain things.

Zhiyi yawned and walked out of the house. She heard noises outside just now, so she wanted to come out to see if the girl was back, but when she looked up, she saw Ye Qingwan sitting on the eaves.

She suddenly said in shock: "Girl, why are you going up again! Get down quickly, it's too dangerous!"

Ye Qingwan suddenly came back from her thoughts, and smiled at her with a corner of her mouth: "It's nothing, there is him."

She pointed at No Name.

Zhizhi frowned, looking a little hesitant.

Ye Qingwan said: "Are you listening or not? Go back and rest as soon as you listen, and leave me alone."

Knowing that she has a stubborn temper, eight horses will not be able to pull back what has been decided, so she complied knowingly and helplessly, and walked towards her room with her head drooping.

As soon as he walked to the front of the house, Zhiyi saw Xu Gu leaning against the door, reeking of alcohol and unconscious.

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The corner of Zhiyi's mouth twitched two or three times, neither surprised nor pleased.

That's why the girl asked her to rest?
Regardless of the cold wind in early winter, Ye Qingwan sat on the roof for a long time, as if she couldn't feel the cold, until she couldn't feel her legs for so long, she gradually recovered from the memories of the past.

She turned her head and saw Wuming.

"Why are you still here?"

Wuming stood in the wind, the hem of his clothes was blown and fluttered by the wind, and he was full of evil spirit, like an eagle in the dark night, cold and lonely.

Like Ye Qingwan, he stared at the night sky in a daze, and turned his eyes to her unhurriedly after hearing the sound. His dark pupils were as quiet and deep as the night, and the light shining inside was hard to figure out.

He just stared at Ye Qingwan quietly like this, as if he wanted to penetrate the depths of her heart and see through the most repressed past she had hidden in it.

As if a sharp thorn had stabbed her heart hard, Ye Qingwan bit her lips tightly and squinted at him: "Can you stop staring at me with that kind of eyes?"

Most of the time when he looked at her, his eyes were very similar to Shen Heng.

Ye Qingwan's pupils became moist at some point, glistening under the clear light, charming and charming.

Seeing the little girl's watery and red eyes that contained anger, Wuming seemed to feel helpless, and slowly closed his eyes.

Ye Qingwan was startled for a moment, wondering if it was just a momentary illusion, there was an inexplicable tenderness when Wuming closed her eyes.

More like Shen Heng.

So weird.

Seeing him distracted for a long time, Ye Qingwan suddenly said: "Come here."

Wuming raised her eyelashes, walked obediently, and squatted down to meet her eyes.

"Take off the mask," she said.

"I want to see you."

The latter sentence was somewhat ambiguous, the warm breath mixed with the clear aroma of wine sprayed on his neck, Wuming's body froze, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.

Ye Qingwan said kindly, Wuming didn't want to show off her face, she just didn't take off her mask.

"Pick it or not?" Ye Qingwan became impatient when she looked at the person who looked like a log in front of her.

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After a moment of confrontation, Ye Qingwan completely lost her patience, and stretched out her hand to forcefully take off Wuming's mask, but Wuming raised her hand to stop Ye Qingwan's movements.

The sudden big hand made Ye Qingwan slip on her feet and fell backwards, Wuming quickly grabbed her waist that could be held by one hand, but she was brought with her and fell to the eaves, rolling down.

Seeing that she was about to roll off the eaves, Ye Qingwan subconsciously closed her eyes.

After a few bumps, Ye Qingwan slowly opened her eyes, and she saw a piece of black clothes. She turned her head to look, and found that she barely stopped on the edge of the eaves.

It's dangerous, just a little bit.

Wuming hugged her, hugged her in his arms, and pressed her back tightly against her strong chest.

Ye Qingwan belatedly felt the palms on her waist gradually tightening, her face flushed immediately, her shame caused her to angrily reprimand: "Presumptuous! Who allows you to hug me like this?!"

He was clearly trying to save him, but she blamed him unreasonably.

Wuming was at a loss for a moment, and just about to put Ye Qingwan down, he felt a drop of warmth on the back of his hand.

He looked up and saw tears running down that little fair face.

Ye Qingwan cried.

"You're really annoying," she said.

Ye Qingwan cried for no reason, without warning.Seeing her at a loss, Wuming hurriedly lowered her head, not knowing what to do.

After struggling for a while, he raised his hand and decided to wipe away her tears for her.

Wuming raised her eyes, Ye Qingwan pursed her lips tightly, as if trying her best not to cry, but the tears still fell uncontrollably.

"asshole!"

Ye Qingwan slammed it with a fist.

Nameless life and death.

Ye Qingwan clenched her fists tightly, her chest heaved violently, and the tears in her eyes were like a flood bursting a bank, covering that desperate and sad face.

She raised her face abruptly, her eyes flushed, and asked sadly, "Why do you use me as a substitute? Who is that woman?"

"How am I inferior to her?!"

No one answered.

She fell into Wuming's arms as if powerless, her forehead pressed against his chest, and the angry words in her throat gradually turned into vague sobs.

"I never want to see you again."

Wuming froze for a moment, then patted her on the back with his hands, coaxing and comforting her in the most clumsy way.

When a person is mourning and crying, it is usually the most vulnerable moment. If someone comforts you at this time, you will feel even more wronged and sad.

While sobbing, Ye Qingwan wailed intermittently: "Why...why did it become like this?"

".I don't really want to kill people. Will he hate me like this?"

Seeing Ye Qingwan's tears pouring down like rain, and the mantra or nonsense he uttered after drinking, his heart seemed to be dragged by her invisible, Wuming couldn't help it anymore, his thin lips opened and closed, his voice was hoarse

"Who?"

Ye Qingwan was so drunk that she completely forgot that Wuming should be a mute, and unconsciously followed his words and replied: "Who else can there be except that annoying Shen Heng!"

nameless:"."

Ye Qingwan suddenly raised her eyes, staring at Wuming vigilantly.

Wuming's heart trembled, his eyelashes drooped like a guilty conscience, his muscles tensed up, and a layer of sweat broke out involuntarily in his hands.

Then I heard Ye Qingwan say: "Don't tell him, I killed someone before."

Wuming was slightly stunned, and looked at her complicatedly.

Ye Qingwan paused for a moment, her eyes filled with mist, looking at him with despair and helplessness that couldn't be concealed.

She suddenly lowered her head and murmured: ".Don't tell him, I drank tonight!"

Nameless wanted to ask why.

"otherwise."

Wuming frowned, thinking that she was going to say something harsh to threaten him again, but Ye Qingwan said in a very small voice: "Otherwise he will get angry."

(End of this chapter)