Chapter 778 (2/2)

There was silence and no hairspring.

She suddenly turned and hugged him in her arms, and his chin hung weakly on her shoulder.

She reached out and stroked his head, burying her face in his shoulder socket. He seemed to have the residual smell of Platycodon grandiflorum, so light but so clear.

But the person in my arms has lost the last bit of vitality.

In the last life, Xiao Zimu died in front of her with thousands of arrows through her heart, which made her feel bitter and bitter.

In this life, the moon wind leaned on her shoulder and died beside her.

She didn't cry about the death of Xiao Zimu in the last life, because the full hatred coerced the pain of loss and gathered all on Xiao Yanjun.

However, at the moment, big tears gushed out of her eyes, salty and cold. Drops fell into the brocade robe pulled by the moon wind, and quickly soaked through.

Her whole body trembled and her face was pale. She could only hug him tightly and his cold body.

He just passed away, but his body is so cold. Why can't she hug him before he died? Why can't she even give him a little warmth.

He must be cold. He must want a hug.

But he never said, he just looked at her for a moment, she pretended not to know, and she ruthlessly avoided his feelings.

What did she do at the last moment of his life

”Moon wind pull, you're talking to me.”

”Can you tell me one more word?”

”Moon wind pull...”

At the beginning of the summer, he burst into tears. The young man in his arms was like a banished fairy. He could no longer open his blue eyes, smile at her and say to her, ”ah Chu, don't cry.”

The sun is waning and the sunset is getting darker. A few stars loomed in the sky, shining brightly and darkly among the thin clouds.

The mountains are green and the trees are boundless. Birds across the sky, a touch of blue mountains, clouds flow like waves.

The lake has ten colors and the birds are fragrant. The moon wind passed away in her favorite sunset. From then on, it took away the gorgeous clouds in her heart, leaving only a pale color.

The pale white cloud, like a gauze, was slowly blown by the evening wind from the tops of a pine forest. After a while, it gradually dispersed, dissipated like the life in his arms, and could no longer be found.

As a man for two generations, she never cried in early summer. Even if she had a heart in her last life, she didn't shed a tear for Xiao Yanjun, let alone cry for herself.

Now, however, she held him in her arms, crying heartbroken, unable to restrain or stop.

The moon in his arms is pulled by the wind. No matter how the world renders him dirty, he is a boy who died for her with blood on his hands.

The fire in the cave was left untouched for a long time and almost extinguished.

At the beginning of summer, I felt cold all over my body, but I still didn't want to let go.

Diandian had already rushed to her side when she cried loudly. She didn't find that she couldn't see anything else except the person in her arms

Night gradually appeared in the sky, and the clouds filled into one. The whole mountain was like a vast sea, with only the highest peak and tip, like a little island in the sea, just like a sea of clouds.

But the moon, which should have risen quietly in the sea of clouds, did not appear for a long time