Chapter 46
"I never lie to others, let alone you. Ji Xuan, if you reject me like this, you might as well not answer."
In astonishment, Sang Yihuan met the man's serious eyes and almost staggered back, flashing in his eyes A hint of disappointment.
A trace of disappointment spread downwards, sliding down her meridians, passing through her bitter throat, and finally landed in her slow, cold heart. But not surprisingly, she smiled bitterly.
She already knew the outcome, but she still refused to give up and insisted on humiliating herself. Ji Xuan told her personally that he had never liked her, and he didn't even have the slightest flutter.
Sang Yihuan deliberately avoided Ji Xuan's gaze and looked up.
The fiery red branches and leaves are dazzling red, like the color of a wedding room in the human world, festive, joyful and full of hope, just like her eager and uncontrollable heart.
In this case, use the sacred tree as their last moment of farewell.
She smiled firmly and pretended to be relaxed: "As for my last wish, I can..."
"I do."
The young man's clear voice filled her ears, offsetting the woman's words and leaving her stunned in place.
The sky was full of light and shadow, and the woman looked back in disbelief, only to see the man standing among the flying flowers and leaves.
The hazy light seemed to make the woman hallucinate. His deep eyes were no longer as cold as before, and there was infinite tenderness under the iceberg.
The man raised his head slightly and stared at her. He seemed to be hesitantly considering his words and spoke clearly: "I have been going up the mountain since I was a child. I don't understand the word love in the world. If you don't mind..." He
suddenly interrupted Ji Xuan's words with a sudden attack. , he hugged her subconsciously, Sang Yihuan tightly hugged his neck, and her whole body was nestled in his arms.
The sudden answer made her feel excited, as if a little person was jumping in her heart, setting off infinite fireworks, replaying Ji Xuan's expression just now over and over again.
Young and slow, not as sharp as usual, she was even more excited.
Sang Yihuan was not a petite woman, and was even taller than an ordinary woman, but Ji Xuan was much taller than her. She hugged Ji Xuan, and it happened to reach the man's collarbone, where her chin happened to rest.
The two of them hugged each other, not abruptly, but in a harmonious way.
Sang Yi cried with joy and murmured: "I don't mind it, how could I? No one is better than you."
Hearing this, a strange look flashed across Ji Xuan's eyes, and if he looked carefully, his cold face was even a little awkward.
Normally, he often said that he was the best swordsman in the world, and even Jihua who could compete with him would not give in. In his opinion, there would be no swordsman stronger than him.
These words came out of the woman's mouth, and with a touch of charming color, heat surged in his chest.
He looked down at the girl, his hair rubbing against his neck, with a slight itch. Everything was strange, not the cold sword, the unpredictable Tao, or the inexhaustible monsters.
At this moment, he found something different in a paradise, peaceful, quiet and beautiful.
Perhaps, now that the chaos of monsters and beasts is over, it would be nice to live in seclusion.
