The words that used to be so hard to say, now, she can finally say it with a slight smile. She accepted that self and came to terms with her past self.

It was Jingxiu who gave her confidence.

She believed, believed that there was someone in this world who truly loved her, who was complete, real, and imperfect.

Sure enough, Jingxiu raised her eyelashes slightly and answered her solemnly, "I can."

She said: "Yan Yan, we have all played various characters and entered the hearts of many characters in our careers for so many years. Can't we still understand that human nature is complicated, and emotions and desires are inevitable. No matter how noble a person is, Dare to say that I have never had dark thoughts. These are just normal human emotions, why do you ask for full blame?"

She lightly kissed Ji Yuyan's thin lips and whispered, "I know, I'm in love with a person, not a god."

Ji Youyan looked into her tolerant and gentle eyes, and her heart was full as if something was about to overflow. She wrapped her arms around Jingxiu's waist tightly, feeling Jingxiu's silent indulgence, and slowly curved her lips to tease herself, "I know I was wrong. I don't know where I got the idol burden at that time. Maybe it was Because I'm in a relationship with you, I mistakenly thought I was the same as you."

"Huh?" Jingxiu asked in a muffled voice around her neck.

Ji You's tone was light, but serious, as if he sighed from the bottom of his heart: "You are a god."

"My Goddess."

Jingxiu's heartstrings were stirred, and there were thousands of words lingering in her mouth, but she couldn't say it all at once, and finally she had to pretend to be calm and angrily at her: "Fancy words."

Ji Youyan smiled lowly, not annoyed. Wherever she was in love, she unconsciously reached into Jingxiu's clothes and invited Jingxiu vaguely, "Is it okay to use action?"

The pores on Jingxiu's waist were trembling, but he still grabbed Ji Youyan's hand and said rationally, "We agreed before. Today's work starts, and there will be a play tomorrow."

Ji Youyan knew that Jingxiu was serious about her work, so she didn't force it, she withdrew her hand obediently, but reluctantly lay on Jingxiu's neck and felt the heat of her skin, hoping to quench her thirst. After a long while, she calmed down, raised her head and said thoughtfully, "Okay, let's rest early tonight. I'll go get a hairdryer to help you dry your hair."

Jingxiu let out an "um", stood up and sat on another chair.

As soon as Ji Youyan walked to the door, Lin Yue called her from a distance: "Sister Ji, the phone in your room seems to be ringing."

Jingxiu remembered something, took the phone aside and sent a message to Jiang Chun. Sitting alone in the study, she heard Ji Yuyan's words just now echoing in her ears. Over time, looking back at the past, she became more and more aware that their past misses were caused by each other, as if they were destined.

The first time she played "Sunflowers in the Night", she didn't find it, but now that I think about it, to a certain extent, they and Shen Yu and Qiao Yue seem to each other - they both think each other is the bright sun in the sky, and they are the one that faces the sun. Raw sunflowers.

Longing is the feeling farthest from understanding. [1]

Jingxiu took out the pen and sticky note, and the pen roamed around and wrote two lines on the sticky note. She wanted to clip this note into the notebook Ji Yuyan used every day, but there was no trace of it on the desktop.

She opened the drawer under the desk, and the notebook was inside. Picking up the notebook, there are two books under it, and at a glance, you can see that it is related to Buddhism.

Jingxiu was stunned for a moment, picked up these two books subconsciously, and unexpectedly saw Dao Kong's lifelike portrait at the bottom. Her eyes widened, and she sighed helplessly.

She is not surprised that Yanyan can't do it without burden after knowing the truth. If doing these things can make her feel better, she has no intention to stop it.

It was not hidden in a hard-to-find place, indicating that Yanyan did not intend to conceal her uneasiness, so she did not intend to conceal her knowledge and understanding.

Unspoken.

Jingxiu pressed the note between the portrait and the book.

On the sticky note, she wrote a line in Chinese: have feelings and desires, love and hate, and can't be a god.

Another line of words, written in Chinese and French, felt too shameful to write Jingxiu, and finally wrote it in English:

Not your angel , but your girl .

The author has something to say: [1] From "Grim Reaper" Aizen Sou Yousuke

English level 0, I don't know if the last sentence is correct, the original intention is: not a goddess, but your woman.

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Chapter 129

At six o'clock, the alarm clock urged Ji Youyan to wake up from the dream. She quickly turned off the alarm clock and subconsciously looked to see if Jingxiu was also woken up, but turned her head to find that there was nothing around her and Jingxiu was not there.

Ji Youyan panicked for a moment, jumped up and sat up, and called out with a tight throat: "Axiu?!"

The rest of her sleepiness dissipated, and she got out of bed with bare feet and ran out.

It was already dawn, but it was still quiet all around, and the sound of her hurried footsteps was particularly abrupt in the house.

Jingxiu frowned slightly, raised his head from the manuscript paper and looked out, and saw the door of the study, Ji Youyan with her hair loose, looked at her deeply, without blinking, and then slowly smiled at her. .

"Why do you run so fast without wearing shoes?" Jingxiu was inexplicable.

Ji Youyan pinned her hair behind her ears, approached Jingxiu, stood beside the chair, hugged Jingxiu's head between his waist and belly, and whispered after a while, "I didn't see you when I woke up, I thought it was another time. It was a beautiful dream to wake up."

After knowing that Jingxiu paid the price to get her back to the present, the unease in her heart that had subsided for a long time came back again, and she would sting her again if she didn't pay attention.

Jingxiu's heart trembled for a moment, and he softened his voice and scolded her: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

She broke away from Ji Youyan's embrace, brought the slippers under her feet to Ji Youyan's feet, crossed her legs and told Ji Youyan: "Put on your shoes, and go wash up." Ji Youyan has a strange disease, and it is easy to cause skin allergies when she steps on the ground with bare feet. Blisters, but she always takes it seriously.