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Chapter 2293

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He looked at her for a long time before finally shaking his head and saying, "How could us mortals plan for things that happened a thousand years ago?"

"So you believe that people you met a thousand years ago will meet again a thousand years later?" Luo Qingchen took a sip of wine. The entire Glimmer Hall was filled with a faint wine fragrance.

She knew that the other party did not have any memories, but there would always be a bit of hope in her heart. Hope that he would at least remember a bit.

Even if it was just a vague memory, even if it was an extravagant wish, it still made people look forward to it.

"That shouldn't be the case." Mo Ye also seemed to be very sad. He took a sip of wine and said, "Things that happened so long ago, why do you keep thinking about them? It's impossible to not have any regrets in this world, let alone a thousand years ago. "

"Do you have any regrets?"

"I do."

"What regrets?"

When he heard this, he took a sip of wine and gave a soft laugh, but did not reply.

Luo Qingchen took a few large gulps of wine. She took a deep breath and looked at him as she said, "Now that Feng Ling Er is like this, will you still go find her?"

"You don't seem to like her?" Mo Ye did not immediately reply to her question, but instead asked another question.

"There will always be conflicts between people." Luo Qingchen's brows slightly knit as she said, "It's hard to explain."

"That's right! It's hard to explain, "Mo Ye gave two bitter laughs as he said," I will still go find her. That is the promise I made before. "

Mo Ye seriously looked into her eyes when he said this, not leaving for a moment.

It was as if he wanted to use those deep and beautiful eyes to convey his emotions, the most genuine emotions.

She did not know why, but when she heard him say this, her eyes inexplicably turned red. She shook the wine jar and drank all the wine inside as she said, "I understand!"

Promise, promise, promise … …

She couldn't help thinking about the scene from a thousand years ago. The ice cold prison, the trial of despair.

He had promised that he would protect her for a lifetime, but when their family returned on the first day, he didn't remember his promise.

Mo Ye looked at her with an endless darkness in his deep eyes. After a while, he said, "Can you wait for me for ten days?"

"Ten days ….." Luo Qingchen said with a self deprecating laugh, "Alright! Let's disappear from each other's world for ten days! I'll wait for you. If you don't come, I won't wait. "

"Alright." He gently raised his hand, "You You Can't?" Luo Qingchen said, "Luo Qingchen … …"

Mo Ye looked at her aggrieved expression and sighed softly. He couldn't help but say all the words in his heart, but after a few seconds, he used all his strength to suppress them in his heart.

Pain, very pain … … …

He wanted to give her a hug and a kiss between her eyebrows, but he couldn't do it.

[Ding, affection has increased by ten. Mission completion rate is now 50%.]

Actually, when he gave her affection, she would still be happy. But she still wanted to hear it. She wanted to hear him say that he never liked Feng Ling Er. She wanted to hear him say that the person he cared about was called Luo Qingchen.

The night was very quiet and he didn't let her drink any more after she drank a jar of wine.

She wasn't stubborn and sent him to the entrance of the Dim Light Palace. She looked up at him and said, "I'll wait for you for ten days, don't forget like you did when you deleted your lines."

"Last time?" He slightly knit his brows and doubtfully said, "When was the last time?"

"If I said a thousand years ago, would you believe me?" She pursed her lips and her eyes were as clear as water.

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