Cultivating a Doting Wife: Domineering Male God Forces Marriage Step by Step

Chapter 1171 A Big Dream, Zhuang Zhou’s Dream of a Butterfly (4)

Lan Shilang's astonishment was not accidental. The faces of Shu Fan, Yi Yao and Jin Xin also changed suddenly. What they were most worried about seemed to be happening according to the predictable trajectory.

However, Xiang Yan half-kneeled down again, and stretched out his hands to wrap around the cold tombstone with a damp breath as if hugging someone.

Si Yan walked slowly, the easier it was to see clearly, the less he dared to approach.

Until he reached the opposite side of the tombstone, he slowly squatted down to look at him, looking at the person whose temperament was completely different from that of the 17 and 19 years old, the hand that was stretched out to touch him stopped in mid-air.

Xiangyan just half-kneeled in front of her. To her, this person is Xiangyan from the past and also the future from the future, but they are all different from the person she loves.

The person she fell in love with didn't have such a heavy sorrowful aura, nor did he have such a ruthless hostility and bloodthirsty gloomy eyes.

When he was with her, he always looked at her with gentle and doting eyes, or pampered her helplessly, or tolerated her with restraint, or punished her pretending to be sullen, but he was always warm and let her Comfortable and safe, she can't let go of the most independent and special existence that forgets her incompetence.

And this Xiangyan, the person he likes can't see his existence, can't see his dedication, and can't see the feelings and love he suppressed and endured.

He was rejected by the Xiang family from the very beginning, and grew up in the eyes or contempt of outsiders. He had to protect the little bastard who was far away from abroad and deal with the Xiang family, but there was one less of her, one less Let her worry about the existence all the time.

Logically speaking, it should be easy for him like this, at least better than the one who is worried about gains and losses.

However, love cannot be given, the coldness and loneliness in his heart have long been deeply engraved in his bone marrow, and the love that is full of love cannot be told to his lover, but can only be suppressed in his own chest, suppressed in his heart.

In my life from childhood to adulthood, apart from working hard to survive and making myself stronger, I have consortiums and forces that can oppose the Xiang family, and there is no warm and cheerful voice.

Even his beloved younger brother is not around, so his character and temperament become so unapproachable, so lonely, depressed and cruel?

After looking at the person on the opposite side who was slowly pressing his face against the cold stone for a while, Si Yan realized that he was already in tears, and he stretched out his arms with a wry smile, trembling around her shoulders and thin but solid and reliable back.

Xiangyan's side face, brows and eyes have long lost the youthfulness and softness of youth and youth. What is presented on him is the vicissitudes, maturity and stability of people who do not meet the current age group, as well as the coldness that cannot be ignored. and loneliness.

Si Yan sighed heavily, and raised her hand to rub his messy and slightly wrinkled hair a few times. If possible, she would like to tell Xiang Yan that they have an afterlife, a very beautiful afterlife, at this time None of them thought of an afterlife that they dared not dream of.

But she couldn't speak, and she couldn't reach out to stop and wipe, she could only watch the man's tears come out of his eyes, slowly slide down the bridge of the nose, and finally drip onto the stone tablet.

Before she could sob, the tear was like an easily corroded chemical reagent, and when it touched the stone wall, it quickly smudged, penetrated into the tombstone in front of the two, and merged with the people inside.

　Alright, it's back... VOTE VOTE girls! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)