Qiao Liuhua listens to Gong Xi's cold words, his eyes flash, blink, "start again?"

Gong xi stroked Qiao Liuhua's hair coldly and said seriously, "start again, I'll chase you."

Love should have some steps, a step will not be less, other women have, he will let Qiao Liuhua have.

Qiao Liuhua is a little confused, after all, there are some fragments of memory.

Gong xi looks at Qiao Liuhua's trance and trance look, holds her hand firmly and says: "Hua'er, I will treat you, believe me."

Qiao Liuhua looks at such a cold palace stream, and suddenly some light and shadow flash in his mind.

She thought about it, but her head hurt because she was too hard.

Qiao Liu's head began to ache because of too much force.

Gong xi is cold and nervous. "What's the matter with you, painter? Don't scare me. What's the matter? Are you not feeling well? "

Gong xi's voice was hoarse and painful.

He is really afraid of losing his painting.

His voice had a tremor in it.

Qiao Liuhua said weakly, "my head hurts so much How can't you remember the pain? "

Gong xi shuddered bitterly and said in a low voice: "don't think about painting, don't think about it, listen, OK, don't think about it..."

Looking at Qiao Liu's paintings, gong xi's cold heart is more painful than her.

He also blamed himself for his guilt. His heart was as painful as a needle.

Because he knew that if he had not hurt Qiao Liu's painting so deeply, Qiao Liu's painting would not be hurt because he could not remember it.

Gong xi Leng constantly persuades Qiao Liuhua. Later, seeing Qiao Liuhua's pain, gong xi Leng will cry out with the pain.

Listen to Gong Xi's cold choked tone, Qiao Liuhua is just in a trance.

She looked at gong xi's cold red eyes and reached out to touch, "you Your heart is bleeding. "

At this time, Qiao Liu did not know why, as if he could see his heart through gong xi's cold eyes.

What she saw was the blood dripping from his heart.

Gong xi holds Qiao Liu's picture with a cold hand. "You feel bad. My heart hurts."

Qiao Liuhua leaned against gong xi's cold arms with a certain dryness. "I always feel that you are not the real you now. I seem to see you cold. I'm afraid."

Qiao Liuhua is just confused. She also tells gong xi Leng about her doubts.

Gong Xilin almost collapsed when he heard that.

His aching heart broke to pieces.

It turns out that his paintings have forgotten all these things. Will they still be afraid of him subconsciously?

How could he bear to do that to her.

Gong xi's cold heart and mouth hurt so much that he shivered all over.

He hugged Qiao Liuhua more tightly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm afraid of you, no, I won't let you be afraid of me later, Hua'er, if you hate me, kill me, just don't leave, don't be afraid of me..."

Gong Xilin's voice was trembling and choking.

He remembered that when he did that to Hua'er, she was afraid of him later.

He did treat her with the coldest and cruelest manner at that time.

At present, gong xi is too cold to think about it. Once he thinks about it, he feels crazy.

Through his voice, Qiao Liuhua could feel the cold pain of Gongxi.

Feeling the pain of Gong Xi's cold, Qiao Liuhua's heart was also afflicted, "you Don't be sad. I didn't say I was leaving. I was just a little strange. "

Gong Xilin hears Qiao Liuhua's saying he can't leave. He feels a little comforted.

When he looked down to kiss Qiao Liuhua, Qiao Liuhua was scared instinctively.