The Poisonous Pet of the Remnant King: The Doctor Concubine Covers the Sky

Have you ever tried, the person you once loved with your life dies in your arms, the bone-piercing pain?

Have you ever tried, once tried everything for the absurd idea to bring him back to life, but in the end, you just deceived yourself, such a desperate and helpless pain?

If there is none, how can you understand the pain of not being able to believe, being so afraid of believing, suddenly standing in front of the person who has been deeply buried in the heart and believed that heaven and man are separated forever, and will never be seen again in a lifetime?

In the depths of the bamboo grove, with a gentle breeze, the bamboo leaves all over the place fly up and intersect with the falling bamboo leaves in the mid-air. The leaves glow with a light purple under the sunlight, which is as beautiful as an illusion.

"Min'er, I'm back." Qingmei's deep voice was as warm and tender as Chunhui in March.

She looked straight at him, tears streaming down her face.

She wanted to run into his arms to see if his arms were as warm as ever.

She wanted to hug him tightly and smell his fragrance as always.

She wanted to call him over and over again, to see if his voice was as tender as ever.

she thinks……

I once imagined that he would stand in front of her alive again, and then she wanted many, many things, but when things came to an end, she couldn't do anything, her feet seemed to be embedded in the ground, and she couldn't move half a bit; her throat seemed to be covered by a pair of The invisible big palm choked, unable to make a sound...

"Min'er, I'm back."

Whose voice is so familiar but mixed with a little bit of strangeness, whose embrace is so warm but slightly cold, whose arms are so powerful but cautious.

She didn't know, she knew that when that fresh and cold fragrance hit her, when she fell into that long-lost embrace, she completely fainted.

She seemed to be having a very long dream, dreaming that her Ah Rong died and came back to life again, this dream was very bad, because there were too many tears and too much sadness, she struggled to wake up and escape from the suffocation of the dream.

When she opened her eyes, she just met that gorgeous face. She stared at him blankly for a long, long time, then stretched out her hand tremblingly to caress his face, but it stopped in mid-air.

Because she was afraid, afraid that like that dream, he would be turned into smoke and dust by her light touch, and would be gone with the wind. Once this soap bubble was burst, it would be difficult for her to cheer up.

His slender, white palm stretched out, tightly grasped her little hand, lowered his head, and pressed the soft catkin tightly against his gorgeous face, his starry phoenix eyes turned into warmth that could melt ice and snow. Yang Yang looked at her full of love and remorse: "Min'er, you are not dreaming, I am back. I will never leave you again, and I will never let you worry about anything again."

In a word, each word was knocked into Mu Jieyu's heart, smashing the layer of ice that sealed her heart into pieces.

"Ah... ah... Ah Rong..." The simple two words contained endless lovesickness and joy.

"I'm here." He replied.

"Arong..." She tried again cautiously.

His heart ached, but there was only a gentle and boundless smile on his face: "I am here."

"Arong, Arong, Arong, Arong..."

"I am, I am, I am, I am..."

She didn't seem to be able to say anything else, she just called him over and over again.And he responded tirelessly over and over again, each time slowly melting into affection.