Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

Er Ye hung the coat on the hanger.

Xuebai picked up the cover of the pocket watch with long fingers, and glanced at the time.

Hearing Shen Wanqing's doubtful words, he pressed down the cover with his fingertips, and lazily turned his eyes sideways.

His pitch-black eyes were extremely calm under the light, and his gaze fell on himself calmly.

"Because is you."

His voice was flat, without any great emotion.

After speaking, he turned his head and continued to hang the clothes on the hanger.

Finally, he walked over wearing only a thin snow-white western-style shirt.

Shen Wanqing was slightly taken aback when she heard the answer.

If it were someone else who said this, they would probably be playing tricks, but if it were Second Master, Shen Wanqing would believe it for no reason.

Second Master Jing sat beside the girl, holding her hand coldly.

The fingertips with the jade fingers are extremely white and very slender.

He and her fingers intertwined.

He actually knew what Shen Wanqing wanted to ask.

Looking at the intersecting hands of the two, Jing Yanxiu's eyes were fascinated.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

After a long time, Shen Wanqing heard the second master's low and calm voice:

"It rained heavily that day. I stayed in front of the tomb and watched your burial with my own eyes. Later, I developed a high fever and my mind was dizzy. At that time, I wanted to walk with you, hoping that you could walk slowly. Wait for me on Huangquan Road..."

The hoarse voice was extremely calm.

He was obviously so sad and mournful, but his expression was unwavering, as if he had been numb.

Shen Wanqing's heart tightened, and she held Jing Yanxiu's hand a little tighter.

She lost her voice: "Second Master..."

She wanted to persuade the second master not to continue talking.

She didn't want to bring back the gloomy memory of the second master.

What he said was very concise, but Shen Wanqing knew how gloomy and painful the second master's life was during that time.

He just woke up from a serious injury and guarded her for such a long time before he had time to recuperate.

One day and one night at the bedside, three days and three nights before the mourning hall, and another day of rain during the burial.

This is to escape from the dead and get a life back, so how can he bear this toss?

But Jing Yanxiu continued indifferently: "When the high fever continued, the doctors hired by the mansion couldn't do anything about me. My own desire to survive was too low, and they were powerless. When I was groggy, I felt I came to a dark space. There was no sound, no air, and it was extremely quiet."

"Then there was a voice. That voice told me that you are not dead, we will meet in the future, he let me live well, and then find you..."

"..."

Shen Wanqing paused suddenly.

She was a little stunned, could it be Jiang Si?

"I don't know if what he said is true or not, but I believe it."

Jing Yanxiu lowered her long eyelashes, and her thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

It seems to recall the feeling of helplessness when I was struggling to wake up from the illness.

He hugged the girl in his arms and squeezed her tightly in his arms.

"It doesn't matter two years, three years, five years, ten years, or even longer. As long as I live, I will wait for you."

You are dead, how could he live alone.

The belief that supported his survival was just a few jokes from the Arabian Nights in the nightmare.

It was regarded as his imaginary words that were too obsessed.

Only he, will those beliefs for himself to live.

So he will cherish his life more than others.

His Qingqing is waiting for him in the future.