The wind chimes of memories (61)

Han yichu's face turned pale.

A sense of fear suddenly lingered in his heart.

No one knew that he could not lose qingwu.

Now, qingwu was someone who had been engraved into his heart, and she was more important to him than his life.

"Qingwu ... Qingwu ..."

Han yichu's voice became hoarse. No one else could feel the pain.

He was a man, but he was on the verge of tears.

Han yichu's eyes turned red, and he looked around in a panic.

His voice was hoarse and he was trembling in pain ...

In fact, Huang qingwu had heard the hysterical sound of pain from the kitchen.

Her heart trembled and she felt a little uncomfortable.

In fact, she didn't feel good when she heard han yichu's voice.

But now, her heart hurt even more. She still wanted to drink, and she didn't want to talk to han yichu.

If she could really give it up, she would really leave.

However, she didn't leave like last time, because she still loved han yichu and didn't want to leave.