Su Yunchu sat on the soft collapse. At this time, there was no verbal communication between the two people, but there was a flat, faint, real warmth and warmth everywhere. Su Yunchu bent his knees, folded his hands on his knees, put his cheeks on the back of his hands, and looked at Murong yuan through the copper mirror on the other side. He took everything about her seriously, It always makes Su Yunchu feel that he can't leave this man anymore.

Once she felt that she would not be the kind of person who regarded love as the whole of her life. Yes, that's her and that's her life. There are many things she can do. Love is touch up, but not all. Even without touch up, who says that black-and-white ink painting has no unique charm?

But now, accompanied by Murong yuan all the way, Su Yunchu finally understood that love is indeed not the whole of life, but Murong yuan, a man, has become the only and indispensable part of her life. Otherwise, she will have no sunshine, no air and no soul. When this man first met, he was indifferent, he alienated, he seemed to have no desire for everything. Later, she saw that he was gentle and rogue, just like a big boy, but only to her. Su Yunchu understood that the man she loved deeply, no matter how much life and fate had oppressed him and tortured him, but he finally became a person who constantly defeated fate and life. He had not been killed off his love and his inner softness and blood. He was so serious that he loved her with all his heart. He was strong, soft, serious and rogue in front of her, bit by bit, Buried the years of the past, gave her, let her get a best lover.

Thinking so, Su Yunchu suddenly chuckled. Murong yuan dried her hair, looked down and saw Su Yunchu's unconscious chuckle. He sat down across from her and looked at her, "what is ah Chu laughing at?"

Su Yunchu looked up and seemed to forget the sky. He found that there was only the roof, and then stopped his eyes at the corners of Murong yuan's eyes and eyebrows. The man looked at him with a shallow smile. His handsome face made people breathe. He looked at Su Yunchu and waited for Su Yunchu's answer. On his gentle face, it was pet, love and patience.

Su Yunchu smiled at the corners of his lips and in his eyebrows. Murong yuan only heard her voice, "Huaiqing, I can't live without you in my life. It's like being poisoned and demonized. I don't want to leave. I just want to hurt you, love you and spoil you."

Since they got along, Su Yunchu has never expressed his feelings to Murong yuan like this. Su Yunchu once said that love is not all of her. After listening to this, he thought it was nothing. As long as he expanded his love for her, he would be fine. But in the end, he has some regrets. Now, when he heard Su Yunchu's unprecedented confession, his heart seems to be wrapped in something, Not a great joy, not a crazy sense of satisfaction, but felt that it seemed that the dried up heart was injected with Wang Qingquan. There was no spring, summer, autumn and winter since then. He only saw her plant eternal flowers in his heart.

Su Yunchu said. He looked at her with a shallow smile. The uneasiness, fear and guilt these days seemed to have changed and become the body, mind and soul that had been integrated between the two people.

After recuperation, Su Yunchu and Murong yuan have been all right for a long time. Although Murong yuan still wears a pair of ice blue eyes, most of the poison in his body is slowly being removed. In the future, he only needs to take medicine every month. Maybe it won't take half a year, so he won't suffer from headache and cracking during his monthly menstruation. As for the remaining one, for them, Maybe it's not perfect, but it's lucky, and this matter has come to an end. However, some people can't come to an end when they have something to do.