Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

He always knew the gap between the two, but he never took it seriously because he didn't think he would fall in love with her.

He had never even thought of such a thing.

And when he knew his heart, it was too late.

He didn't even know when he liked it.

I am really stupid enough to have a glimmer of illusion and hope.

Fortunately, everything is still too late.

It has only been a few months. In her past five hundred years, nothing is considered, and it is not worth mentioning for her long future.

Maybe in a few days she will forget him and be able to return to her previous life.

After all, compared to the days she lived, a few months are really too short.

If she doesn't remember anything, it will be easier to forget, right?

What's more, she started relying on him.

The feelings that started from dependence, and finally do not need this dependence? I should have forgotten him.

And he will remember her forever.

It can only be said that Jun Moyan has no idea how much position he occupies in Wen Xiaoai's heart.

You know, she has depended on Ye Qi for five hundred years, and now for you, she doesn't even listen to Ye Qi's words.

How could it be possible to forget him after some time?

"It's my fault. After you recover, I shouldn't have brought you back."

If he doesn't pick it up, he might only be sad for the disappeared cat...

Wen Xiaoai was stunned and couldn't believe that Jun Moyan would say this.

"You, what did you say?"

The tears in Wen Xiaoai's eyes stung his eyes and his heart, but he had to continue to be cruel with a **** heart.

"Little boy, you are obedient, go back, go back and be your princess, don't come to the human world anymore.

Wen Xiaoai seemed to be unable to hear his words, holding on to him.

"You just said you shouldn't take me back, do you dislike me?"

Wen Xiaoai was a little excited, and the little hand holding Jun Moyan's clothes turned red because of too much force.

Jun Moyan didn't know how much damage this sentence had to Wen Xiaoai.

Jun Mo Yan closed his eyes slightly, really wanting to squeeze her face like when the two were awkward and tell her: There is nothing wrong.

But now, he can only be cruel and say that helpless sentence:

"Let's go back."

"You answer me, do you dislike me?" She was very attached to this question.

Because this problem is really serious for her.

Jun Moyan watched more and more tears in her eyes, and slowly let go of her hand, but Wen Xiaoai immediately grabbed him again, but Jun Moyan threw away like a snake.

"...Yes, I don't like you anymore, you can go."

His tone was so light that he couldn't be lighter, as if he was talking about the weather today, but the speed of his speech was extremely fast. It seemed that the sooner he finished speaking, the pain would end as soon as possible, but it did not.

Wen Xiaoai held the hand of his clothes, she leaned back with her teary face, and fixedly looked at him ruthlessly.

The small mouth squashed, and he cried aggrievedly: "You lie..."

"..."

Jun Moyan looked at her coldly, his hand hanging beside him tightly clenched into a fist.

Dare to see Wen Xiaoai's tearful look.

He once felt that even if the whole world would hurt her, Jun Moyan would never hurt her, but now...

Just a few words made her cry like this.

"I don't believe what you said. I was fine before, how could I suddenly dislike it." Wen Xiaoai cried and clung to his clothes, for fear that he would really leave her behind.