Ye Xiyue's head was stunned when she heard this sentence. She stared blankly at Huang Junye, who was only one step away from her.

It is still that peerless face, and the ice-blue eyes. Its beauty is amazing and remembered in my heart.

But now, his cruelty made her cold.

The sharp arrow pierced her heartless chest, and the breeze blew on her face. She felt very cold all over and just stared at her daze, her eyes not blinking.

"I am a heartless person..." She repeated the sentence softly, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with dust, "Huang Junye, I am a heartless person. Will you still love me?"

"Love you?" Huang Junye laughed wildly. Ye Xiyue looked at him carefully. This person was not fake, he was real. Whether it was his expression or smile, she could be sure that this person was Huang Junye.

Ye Xiyue's blood froze at this moment, just waiting for his answer quietly. In fact, she knew that this sword was the best answer?

She slowly opened her eyes and woke up from the dream. Huang Junye was gone, and the pain was gone. There seemed to be mist in her eyes. She took a deep breath and forced the mist in her eyes down.

She lay on the bed, stunned for a long time before getting up. This was a room with an elegant environment, with a purple incense burner burning inside the table, and the fragrance was swaying and she felt relaxed and happy.

The sound of blowing the flute came outside the door, accompanied by laughter and joy from afar.

She opened the door and came to her a clear breeze, small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and towers, and this place looked more like a small manor.

In the corridor, there was a person standing with his back to her. When Ye Xiyue saw the clothes that the man was wearing, her pupils suddenly shrank.

"phoenix……"

"Does I brag so well?" The man turned around the moment Ye Xiyue spoke, with a completely unfamiliar face.

Ye Xiyue was beaten up by someone and stood there without moving for a long time.

Not only is his face unfamiliar, but just talking about this sloppy head is simply inconsistent with this outfit.

After four years, Ye Xiyue still remembers this dress. This was what Huang Junye once wore. The texture and patterns were exactly the same as Huang Junye's clothes.

Others may not know, but Ye Xiyue knew that any clothes or shoes that Huang Junye had come into contact with were unique, exclusive, and unique to Lihentian.

Even though there are clothes with the same pattern in the world, there is no material from Lihentian textile clothing.

Look at this man again, he has a shaved beard and a messy head, and the clothes he wears all over his body are the most precious.

"Where did this dress come from?" Ye Xiyue suddenly grabbed the other person's neck, her movements were ridiculously fast.

other side:"……"

"Hey, how can I talk when you pinch me like this?"

"Can't you talk now? Leave no nonsense, where did the clothes you are wearing come from?"

The man rolled his eyes and said, "I picked it up."

“Where did you pick it up?”

“In the suburbs.”

"take me."

"Hey, I said you are not sick, right? Isn't it just a torn dress? Do you think?"

"Tang clothes? Since they are torn clothes, are you still wearing them?" Ye Xiyue hooked her fingers and took off her clothes directly.

"Hey, why are you, a woman, why are you taking off other people's clothes in public?"

"This dress is not yours!"

"That's not yours, either."
Chapter completed!