Chapter 347 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (66)

The man pursed his cherry red lips, shook his head in disapproval and said, "It's cold outside, you are weak."

Raising his hand and gently rubbing Fu Yue's head, Qi Jin gently coaxed: "Yueyue, be good, don't mess around."

The woman's pale eyebrows drooped, "Lian Zhi, it's rare for Beicheng to snow so much, I was thinking..."

"If we walk straight in the snow without an umbrella, can we reach Baitou together?"

Qi Jin looked deeply at Fu Yue, then nodded lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Whatever you want to do, I will naturally accompany you.

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The morning dew is not yet shining, and the snow is clear.

On the plain white snow, without a trace of dust, the turbulent secular world becomes pure at this moment.

Qi Jin and Fu Yue walked slowly in the snow without umbrellas, letting the cold snowdrops fall on their shoulders and black hair, and then turned into waterdrops, sliding down their sharp and beautiful chins , gradually sinking into the neck.

Fu Yue raised her hand to catch the falling snow, her shadow was stretched long, the moonlight shone down, it was as cold as water, against the color of snow, she created a stunning and beautiful picture.

Qi Jin didn't know how long he stood there, his eyes kept staring at Fu Yue, until his shoulders were covered with a thin layer of fine snow, the coolness was almost piercing.

Fu Yue glanced at the snowdrops on her hair, and then at the fine snow on the opponent's head, she bent her eyes towards Qi Jin, "Lian Zhi, look at our hair is gray."

She pursed her lips childishly, and then said to herself: "This is how I've lived with you..."

Then Fu Yue was stunned, because she saw Qi Jin crying.

The always indifferent and beautiful person had tears in the corners of his eyes, and the crystal teardrops slid down his fair and beautiful chin, drawing an arc.

Fu Yue smiled, then opened her arms, tilted her head and said, "Lianzhi, can you give me a hug?"

Qi Jin hugged her, and then Fu Yue's thin body fell limply, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and fell down in the pure white and flawless snow with traces of blood.

Red plums reflect snow.

Despair flashed in the man's eyes. For the first time, he felt that death was so terrible. This person was so far away from him, as if he could no longer grasp it.

He hugged the weak person in his arms, and comforted with a trembling voice: "Yueyue, don't be afraid, I will take you to the doctor right away, it will be fine, it will be fine..."

Qi Jin didn't know whether he was comforting Fu Yue or himself.

Fu Yue stopped him, "No need, Lianzhi, it's useless. I don't want to die on the hospital bed, it's fine here..."

"This snow is beautiful."

The beauty is half lying on the snow, half lying in the arms of her lover. Snow skin and black hair, an unbelievably beautiful picture.

It is the process of death.

"Lianzhi, I know, you never believed me..."

Fu Yue raised her hand to wipe away his tears, and said softly, "But I hope you will trust me one last time, okay?"

The beautiful officer looked at her, then nodded slowly, "Okay."

A woman with pale and stunning eyebrows, with a beautiful curve on the corners of her light-colored lips, her voice is soft but firm.

"In the next life, we will meet again, and I will continue to love you."

What a beautiful story.

If there is a next life, I will say a few more words I love you, because this is what I owe you in this life.

In my next life, I will never lie to you again. Frankness is the best explanation.

Because I know that you will forgive me.

Why is it this ending...Because Master Sheng is dead, I don't like the heroine and heroine...