Chapter 2650

Tang Qing stood in place, looked up at the room, feeling a little complicated.

"He lives here all these days." She said to her, "it's not a good place for you. But for him, it's the only place close to you. "

Tang bowed his head and did not speak.

This room is the place where Xiao Fengting once imprisoned her. She once thought that she would be locked here all her life.

She reached out her hand, pushed open the familiar door and walked in slowly.

The curtain is thick, the air is filled with the smell of medicine, which makes people bitter and astringent.

When she went in, she saw Xiao Fengting sleeping on the bed. In the dim light and shadow, she could see that his hair was all white. Maybe because he didn't go out to cut it, the hair was already long now. It was soft and scattered on his forehead and pillow. His eyebrows and eyes looked very feminine and handsome.

She approached him and looked down at his transparent eyelashes and bloodless lips. He was a light pigmented man. Now he is even more white. Under his pale skin, it seems that the blood flowing is not red. The whole person looks like a sculpture of ice.

After a long time, she slowly stretched out her hand, gently pushed him, and called out to him: "Xiao Fengting."

Always shallow sleep of the man, but now seems to sleep very deep, she called, did not wake him up. He lay there silently, his skin was cold, as if it were a corpse.

Tang Qing's heart "bang bang" two times, a little flustered again called.

"Xiao Fengting!"

The man opened his eyes at once, and his eyes fell on her face precisely. If his pupils were not scattered and his eyes were not condensed, she would have suspected that he was just sleeping.

The man's vision gradually became clear, he murmured, "it's you..." And trance back to the line of sight, "is in a dream."

He sat up from the bed with some tired body, his messy lapels scattered, his white transparent skin, but also clear all over those gun marks. The white scars are clear on his excessively white skin, which makes Tang Qing's heart tremble slightly.

He sat at the head of the bed and looked at her for a moment. Then he took a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table and saw that he was about to smoke a cigarette. Tang leaned forward and seized the packet.

Xiao Fengting:

He looked down at his empty hand, then slowly raised his head to look at Tang Qing, who was not far away. Then he gave her a gentle smile and held out his hand to her: "come here, let me hold it."

Tang Qing stood still.

He sighed softly, leaned lazily on the head of the bed and looked at her: "even if you dream, you won't come near me."

His smile was a bit sad and helpless, and his tone was as light as a sigh.

"That's good We can't meet. It's good to meet here... " He looked at her gently, "Tang Qing, I'm going to die Would you be happier if I died earlier than you? "

Tang Qing moved his lips a little. Before he said anything, Xiao Fengting had already taken it.

"I don't think you feel anything. You wish I were dead, and now you're just getting what you want. There are so many people in the world who want me to die. It's nothing if you have one more. "

He smiles at her and says.

"I lied to you." He whispered, "I'll be sad."