Chapter 1185： You are the other side of the world (2/2)

With her eyes widened in astonishment, she broke through the iron shoes and found nowhere to go.

She didn't dare to stay, or she would be scared to death by a crow that ran out, so she hurried towards him.

Unfortunately, there are too many grass and vines on the ground. Although it is not far away, she spent a short time. When she walked to the ten steps from Xiao Hou, she could not move anymore. She supported her knees with her hands and half bent down and panted. Hold your breath.

After a break, she looked up to call him.

But when she saw the scene in front of her, she closed her mouth subconsciously.

The white clothes are floating, the son is like a jade, his face is picturesque, and it is placed elsewhere. It should be pleasing to the eye, but—

The ruins are broken, and the grass is flying like silk, desolate.

Grass is like grass, pine is like cover, wind is clothes, water is love.

From a distance, dark clouds cover the heavens and the earth, the heavens and the earth are dark, the wind is cloudy, and the drizzle is like a mist.

In heaven and earth, he was in white and became the only color in this black zone.

However, the loneliness and loneliness, like the thick ink dripping on the rice paper, slowly spread to the surroundings, eroding the wind little by little, soaking in the rain, and spreading infinitely.

She thought that the wind blowing on her might be bitter.

She had never seen him so lost, as if all things were gone, and in this world he was left alone.

There was no joy, no happiness, no hope, and I was surrounded by loneliness and walked tirelessly.

She would rather he be the appearance of gentle appearance and inner devious love calculations than see him sad and sad as if he was the only one left in the world.

But at this time, she didn't know what to do.

He stood there, obviously so close, but he seemed to be separated by a world, making her afraid to disturb easily.

However, this kind of him made her inexplicably distressed.

Her gaze turned to the tombstone, the mottled slate, there were only four simple words, the tomb of Rockwell.

The characters looked a little naive, like a child's hand, but she felt a little familiar, as if the handwriting had been seen somewhere.

In front of the tombstone, there was a bunch of jasmine flowers, still covered with dew, and the small white flowers bloomed brightly.

In the air, it seems that the faint fragrance can be smelled, refreshing.

A wave of cold wind blew up, swelling his horns, and his clothes fluttered, as if he had to go home by accident.

He is like immersed in his own world, lonely, revealing his truest self.

No camouflage, no mask, no insincerity, no scorn.

He took off his warm coat, like a traveler with a shackle on his shoulders, so heavy.

She thought that his affection for Luo Fei must be deep, so after so many years, the mourning was still so sad.

”How long are you planning to watch there?”

When she thought about it, a cold voice penetrated the rain and fog, reaching her ears.

She looked up at him subconsciously, but fell into the indifferent eyes of Liuli.

At that moment, my heart seemed to be hit by something, as if the eyes were suddenly brightened.

Eyes without false smiles turned out to be so pretty.

I can't help but want to touch it.