"Brother, why are you standing here?" Que'er quickly sorted out her emotions, and looked at him with pure eyes.

Yan Zijiao didn't speak, and there was no anger in his eyes, he just looked at her so calmly, and said in an unusually flat tone: "He's gone."

Speaking of him, the expression on Que'er's face couldn't help becoming stiff anymore.

She smiled dryly, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked, "Brother, is he important to you?"

"Is he not important to you?" Yan Zijiao didn't answer her question, but turned his head and looked at her coldly and asked.

Que'er's expression was blank, and she shook her head with a wry smile: "I knew he was the most important in your heart, no one else can compare to him! No matter how hard I try, he will always be the first in your heart. I don't even seem to be No. 2 can't be ranked!"

"Don't make trouble here again!" Yan Zimo pulled her into the bedroom and quickly closed the door, only then did Que'er realize it and stared at her blankly.

"Am I really not as good as him? Am I really not as good as him? What am I not good enough to catch your eyes like this. Brother, I love you so much, you just love me once, okay?" Que'er shook his arm with both hands, crying hard.

Yan Zijiao felt sore from her crying, and finally reached out to stroke her head, and said helplessly, "Silly girl, haven't we already made our choice?"

In this life, they are destined to only look at each other from a distance.

And she is his responsibility, the one he has to protect.

Some people don't need more words, don't need too many movements, just a look, they can understand each other.And some people need you to care, protect, and guard with your heart in order to live a stable and happy life.

The surprise came so suddenly, Que'er was stunned, and asked in disbelief: "Brother, you... what do you mean?"

"Our future is too long, so long we have become relatives, family members. What is love? Love is waiting, waiting, and the white prime minister. We are together, what about him? He is such an important person." Yan Zijiao didn't say anything more, just patted her shoulder lightly, turned and walked out.

The road ahead is very, very long...

In the end, there are only two of them left, too lonely, or if there is one more person, life will be different.

They will have no descendants. Even if Que'er's contract can allow him to be reborn and not reincarnated, he will eventually remember everything in the past and continue to endure separation.

That would be too cruel for him.

He closed his eyes, turned around slowly, and before closing the door, he said, "No one will disturb you until you make a decision."

The door, just like that.

Que'er looked at the door, her whole body froze, but she breathed a sigh of relief.

A hundred years later.

In the cemetery of Chunyu's family, three people in black robes stood in front of a tombstone. The man in the middle bent down and placed a bouquet of fiery red lilies on the stone bridge.He straightened up and looked at the man with the same appearance as him on the tombstone, and smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth pursed.

"Brother, I'm fine, how are you?" The man said softly, "It's been three years, time has not erased my miss for you, but made me miss you even more. I regret it, regret that I didn't let you stay Come down. That way, we will still talk and laugh together, and watch our children and grandchildren thrive.”

"Brother, it's time for us to go back." Que'er came over and reminded him in a low voice. He lowered his head and patted his hand with tenderness in his eyes.

The man standing not far away showed Luo Lanzi's eyes, looked at the two and smiled softly.

[The part about the second treasure is over. 】

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