He has no control over his heart.

Without Qiao Liuhua, he will be mad, he will become not himself, he will be like a walking corpse, what can he do?

If he can't see her, he will go mad.

So he can only put her in his arms and look under his eyes.

Gong xi looked at Qiao Liu's painting with cold and deep pain, and said hoarsely, "do you feel it? You are here, on the tip of my heart, and my flesh and blood are integrated. How can you let me give up? If I can eat you, I even want to swallow you to my heart, let you in my heart, so that you will never leave me, only in my heart, and there will be no pain here. "

Qiao Liuhua is grasped by Gongxi Leng, and put his hand on Gongxi Leng's heart position. She can even feel his heart jumping for a while.

The beat was transmitted to her heart through the palm of her hand.

It's so cold in Gongxi that Qiao Liuhua doesn't know how to face him.

She felt that what she said was useless and could not persuade him. Instead, she would be softened by what he said.

Qiao Liuhua's eyes are red because of Gong Xi's cold words.

But she held back her emotions and didn't let herself cry.

Seeing Qiao Liu's painting like this, gong xi Leng immediately became distressed. He quickly released his hand and asked cautiously, "what's the matter with the painting? Isn't it uncomfortable? "

Qiao Liuhua takes a deep breath. She feels her nose sour. She can't help crying.

Why has she recovered all her memories? When facing the cold of Gongxi, she is still soft hearted and loves him because of his words.

It's his fault, isn't it?

Qiao Liuhua holds his nose, but finds that his eyes still have the impulse to cry.

She lowered her head and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

Gong xi is so sad about Qiao Liuhua that she is reluctant to see her cry.

As soon as her eyes were red, his heart was like a needle in a knife.

"Painting, you're hurting me, aren't you?"

"No, it's not."

Gong Xilin got along with Qiao Liuhua at the beginning. He knew her little girl's heart and nature.

The way he listened to her, he knew she was not so angry.

Gong xi Leng continues to ask cautiously, "painting, do you love me?"

When Gong Xilin asked this question, he was also careful, and his heart was always in his hands. Qiao Liuhua's attitude towards answering Qiao Liuhua's questions could affect almost all his emotions.

Qiao Liuhua looks at gong xi's cold and nervous appearance, but he doesn't say anything.

At the beginning, she still remembered that she asked gong xi Leng the same question. Gong xi Leng was so cold.

Now Gong Xilin asked similar questions, but she couldn't be as cold as he had been.

She opened her mouth and said, "Gongxi is cold. Do you remember when I asked you a similar question? Do you remember how you answered me? I think you don't know my mood at that time. Your words determine my life and death. "

Gong xi Leng naturally thought of the things at that time. He grasped Qiao Liu's hand and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Gong xi Leng keeps saying sorry. Apart from being sorry, he doesn't even know what he can say.

Qiao Liuhua looks at Gongxi Leng. Her heart is dull. She feels that she is also cruel. In fact, she is stabbing Gongxi Leng's heart with these words.

Knowing that he would hurt, she said.

"Gongxi is cold. When I face you, I can't help blaming you."