Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Azhao avoided his hand.

She looked at Huayong.

“You told me not to be angry with you, Huayong. Then I have something to say to you too. ”

Azhao smiled. “Stop fooling yourself. ”

“Is it hard to admit that I did die, that I did break your knife? ”

“No!”

Huayong raised his voice.

“I don't believe it! ”

“You're just angry, you just don't want to forgive me. ”

Zhao sighed and looked at him. He curled his hair with his fingers and played with it. “Okay, you have to think so, do whatever you want. ”

Huayong, look at her.

“Whatever you want to think, it's all your business," Zhao said. As long as you don't show up in front of me, don't bother me, please. ”

But that's more sad to hear in Huayong's ear than to yell at him with his nose.

She really doesn't care about him anymore.

“That's not true. ”

Huayong knelt down in front of her.

He looked up at her and said, "As you said, you will only like me for the rest of your life, and you will only make me your holy lord. ”

Zhao was too overwhelmed to visit him: “Yes, I have said this to a man once. ”

Huayong: “Now you have to stop talking. ”

Zhao: “Because my Qing Qing is dead. ”

Huayong said word for word: “I am green. ”

Azhao's eyes were a little red with a smile: “No, he loved me. He only lived in the Palace for two years. You're not him, you're the emperor of the summer. Huayong.”

“Huayong. ”

She whispered his name softly.

Just as gentle as it was when the two of us were fine.

“I really don't have the strength or the heart to play another game with you, you go. ”

“I love you too. ”

Clear four words, sounding in this bedroom.

Zhao looked at him with a glance.

Hua Yong looked at her in a blink and repeated clearly: “Hua Yong loves you and Hua Yong loves you. ”

"It's late," said Azhawton, indifferently. ”

She looked at Huayong sarcastically: "Zhaoyang loves Qingqing, Bi Yanghua doesn't love Huayong. ”

“I don't believe it. ”

Huayong stood up and forced himself to look at him: “I don't believe you. You can just forget about me and you. Mei Yuan is still here, and the ice-crystal flower tree is still here. You can't forget me. You won't love someone like that again. ”

“What does it matter? ”

Azhao faintly said: "Who says that a man must love to live? My mother doesn't love my father either. How many good people have lived in the Peacock Palace for generations? How many have truly been loved by the Emperor? ”

Azhao looked at Huayong and said seriously: “I should actually thank you, really. One person, emotionally, is foolish enough for once. Thank you for teaching me such a true lesson. ”

Huayong can no longer speak.

He thought a lot on his way here.

Ask her, apologize to her, and beg her for forgiveness.

Even earlier.

He thought about how to get her forgiveness.

In what way, in what way.

But if you really see her, you don't have to prepare for it.

It's so easy to lose, but it's so hard to save.

“Don't do this, Zhaoyang.” When he raised his head, Huayong's face was already full of tears.

He thought he wouldn't have tears.

On that day, Zhao's burning blood fell on his face, and he did not cry.

But at this moment, he wept.

“How can you bear it...”

——

See you tonight.