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The man's body temperature was cool like recovering from a serious illness, but Yi Ange could feel the power hidden under his skin.The strong arms are wrapped around the body, and the force is not heavy, and the two bodies are tightly pressed together.

Yi Ange hugged him, as if embracing a lost and found treasure, and every moment after the reunion seemed precious.

Jing Rong hugged the person in his arms quietly, enjoying the belated tenderness, and suddenly felt a chill on his neck.He was a little surprised, pulled Yi Ange away, and saw that the man had burst into tears at some point.

Yi Ange hurriedly wiped his face, but didn't want to cry more and more, even he himself was surprised, and said with a smile, "It's strange, what's going on..."

In the middle of the sentence, he couldn't continue, something stuck in his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

Jing Rong looked at him, sighed, cupped his face and kissed those trembling lips.

The temperature between the lips was hot, and Yi Ange couldn't help letting out a contented moan, only to feel that Jing Rong's body froze, and then, as if he had made some determination, he forcibly separated the two.

Yi Ange looked at him amusedly, with unwiped tears still hanging on his face.Jing Rong pulled the paper towel on the bedside to wipe him, and said, "How old are you, still crying?"

"I'm happy." Yi Ange said softly, "How do you feel?"

Jing Rong stretched his body and let him look at his back.The scar from the wound on the back has fallen off, leaving two pink scars.

Carefully stroking the wound, Yi Ange said in a daze, "You've been asleep for a long time, I thought you wouldn't be able to wake up."

"It seems that I have come a long way." Jing Rong held his hand, "Sorry, I didn't fulfill my promise."

Yi Ange thought for a while before realizing that he was talking about what he promised to go home, and shook his head, "It's not your fault. Speaking of which, what happened to you?"

Speaking of this, Jing Rong's expression turned serious, and he was silent for a long time before he spoke in confusion, "To be honest, I don't know."

"what?"

Yi Ange was shocked, what he didn't know meant...he lost his memory?

"It's not that serious, but I really don't remember why I fell into the underground river. According to Angelina, where did you find me?"

Jing Rong patted his head, his eyes were extremely gentle, "Thank you."

Being touched by him like this, Yi Ange's nose felt sore again.He remembered that Jing Rong liked to touch the top of his head in this way from the very beginning, and in the crack, he did the same to Xiao Jing Rong.

"You knew it was me from the beginning?"

Yi Ange grabbed Jing Rong's hand, his tone inexplicably stubborn.

Jing Rong's expression froze rarely, but he said honestly, "Yes."

He paused, and added, "Actually...I knew about it earlier."

Yi Ange's eyes widened.He expected Jing Rong to recognize him when he first met, but he didn't expect to get such an unexpected answer.

"When I left home that year, your grandfather gave me a lot of help." Jing Rong embraced him and held him in his arms, "I met you at that time, and you probably don't have the memory anymore."

Yi Ange really doesn't remember.At the time of Jing Rong, he was only ten years old, exactly the age of Shangfang Jiewa, and he was forgotten by people who met him.But he still felt wrong, if they had met at that time, why didn't Jing Rong tell him?

At least when something goes wrong, there will be a psychological preparation.

Jing Rong tilted her head and leaned close to his face, leaving a vague distance, "Because you didn't know it at that time. I don't want to imprison you with an uncertain future."

"You see," he laughed, "we met anyway. Sooner or later."

The two were so close that they would kiss each other if they moved, but Yi Ange was still immersed in his embrace.Jing Rong's voice was very low, with a unique sex appeal, which made people's heart itch.His body undulated slowly with his breathing, and Yi Ange unconsciously adjusted the rhythm of his breathing to synchronize with him.

There is an illusion that they are of one mind.Surrounded by this man's aura, Yi Ange felt something in his chest was gradually expanding, as if it was about to burst through the chest and burst out, naked in front of them.

It was a feeling he had restrained for a long time.Today, he can finally say that he has become a part of Jing Rong's life.They fulfilled each other's past, approached each other, and agreed on the future.

No one talks about what was before and what will happen in the future, they only talk about the present.The moment when two people can still hug and kiss each other is a gift they risked with their lives in exchange for it.

Yi Ange let out a long breath and leaned on Jing Rong's shoulder.He finally began to feel tired, and the fatigue of running around in fear in the crack came to his brain.He noticed that Jing Rong carried him to the bed and got off the ground by himself.He wanted to keep Jing Rong, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to speak.

Jing Rong lit a small lamp and sent it into the air.The little lantern swayed and shed orange-red light, shining on the bed, which confused Yi Ange's eyes.

"Go to sleep." Jing Rong leaned down and kissed him, "This time, thank you for your hard work."

Yi Ange grinned, wondering when this person became so provocative, but the next moment, his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Jing Rong stood in the corridor and looked out the window.Yi Ange fell asleep in the room, and he didn't want to disturb her.

Although it was a coma, it felt more like a deep sleep.After waking up, Jing Rong felt that she was very clear-headed, and all the accumulated fatigue disappeared.If there is any sequelae left by this coma, it is to give him a clearer mind to re-examine his relationship with Yi Ange.

When we were together, I couldn't control myself not to hug him.Jing Rong knows that he has the blood of a beast in his bones, so he can call this kind of feeling possessive.

Desire is a very scary thing. In the 30 years since Yi Ange left, he kept looking for something that could replace this person, but unfortunately he never found it.Under Fang Qixian's suppression, he began to become numb and cold, in order to ensure his final shelter, but a certain place in his heart was still empty, waiting to open to him again the moment he met this person.

Jing Rong couldn't remember how long he had been waiting.From full of expectation to almost despair, in the end, only that one thought remained.

He still remembered the hugs Yi Ange gave him during the turmoil, and the words whispered in his ears——

To grow up, grow into a very powerful adult, and then find me, don't let go.

Those words were like a curse, haunting Jing Rong's entire life from the age of four to 34.When he grew up, he gradually realized the reason why Yi Ange came back to save him, and he would not hate why he left him alone.The only thing he wanted to do was to ask Yi Ange a question.

——Have I become the person you expected?

No one can answer this question, and Jing Rong will never ask it.He knew that Yi Ange would not blame himself whether he had it or not, and he would not blame him either.They are all gears that have to rotate under the impetus of fate, and it is not easy to be able to mesh with each other.Maybe, he shouldn't force too much.

It's just that there is a voice in my heart clamoring that it is not enough and not enough.

He wants more.

Jing Rong didn't know when he became greedy, he wanted to get more from that person, the evidence that could prove that they really existed and were together.He is not an insecure person, but there are some things that the person involved cannot control.

The corridor windows were open, and it was dark and cool outside.It's autumn, and the evening wind blows in through the window, blowing away the haze in the air in the corridor.

Jing Rong stretched out his hand and touched the wind of the early autumn night, leaving a touch of gentle coolness on his fingertips.

He rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, and after a while, he smiled softly.

He hasn't laughed for a long time, only Yi Ange can let him relax the string in his heart.All the things that have passed are like clouds and smoke, and they will be scattered when the wind blows.

Fortunately, people are still here, as long as they don't want to, they won't get separated.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Jing Rong closed his eyes, feeling the gentle wind blowing on his face.He could faintly hear Yi Ange's long and long breathing in the room, the door of the room was not closed, and he could see the sleeping face of that person as soon as he turned around.

Jing Rong didn't look back.He jumped up to the window sill and looked down.

This is a three-story building, a little more than ten meters. If you fall, you probably won't die, but it will be ugly.

Jing Rong pursed his lips mockingly.Since when did he care about failure, it's not like him all the time.

Maybe he cherished it too much, but it made him lose the courage to move forward.

If Yi Ange knew about this, I don't know what he would say.Thinking about it, Jing Rong stepped on his feet and jumped out.

The body fell, and a few seconds later, a huge falcon soared into the sky. Its black wings were like a barrier, covering the sky and the moonlight.It rushed into the night sky with a long howl, leaving only an afterimage at such a fast speed.

The falcon hovered in the sky for a few weeks and landed on the window just now.He stopped in mid-air and gradually recovered from the falcon's body, but re-opened a pair of wings from behind.

The snow-white feathers shone with silver light under the moonlight, as if they had been tempered in a raging fire. Every time they waved, there was a gust of wind, demonstrating the strong power of these wings.

Under the moonlight, Jing Rong stood in mid-air, looking down at the window.

Yi Ange woke up at some point, standing there, looking up at him in a daze.

This kind of Jing Rong has an innate aura of a king. All his powerful and restrained power are wrapped in these silver wings.These were the wings that had grown back from his tortured body, the new feathers of a bird that had stood up again.

Jing Rong flew over and held out his hand to him.

Yi Ange put one hand on his palm, and the other on his shoulder.Jing Rong led him into a circle and flew straight to the sky above the base.

This is the center of the whole base.Here, you can see all the buildings.Yi Ange recognized some buildings, which were survivors who were not destroyed in the disaster.

The wind in the air was stronger, Jing Rong thoughtfully turned his back on him, using his body to shield him from the wind and cold.Yi Ange looked up at him bewilderedly.He found that after experiencing those desperate things, Jing Rong remained unchanged.He was still so handsome, and he, as always, indulged in this man's gentle embrace.

It's not that Jing Rong didn't fly over him, it's just that this time he was held by a pair of arms, but Yi Ange didn't worry at all whether he would fall.He raised his head and leaned over, and kissed Jing Rong on the lips.

In the night sky that was so clean that there were no clouds, under the moonlight, the two kissed passionately, as if they had exhausted all their strength in the past few decades.

Volume VI Finale