Chapter: 440

In the past few years, Jian Ran has been in the fashion circle, and she has seen many beautiful supermodels... But unfortunately, no one can match Qin Yue's temperament, proud and reserved, elegant and upright.

Although she doesn't want to, Jane still has to admit that this man is the most perfect she has ever seen in her life.

Thinking about it this way, he felt a little jealous of his dead wife.

Jian Ran was in a daze, but Qin Yue turned around and saw her.

The man under the moonlight smiled in an instant, as if the glacier melted snow and warmed the earth in spring.

He said softly: "You are here."

Jian Ran's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and there was a roar in her head, and the blush that had finally faded before climbed up her cheeks again.

Jian Ran blinked hurriedly, turned her head away, and only hoped that the night would be darker, so that Qin Yue would not see her expression.

But ah, the moonlight tonight is so intoxicating, it's so bright that it can't hide a secret.

With a smile on his face, Qin Yue walked to Jian Ran's side.

The moonlight is so beautiful that he can clearly see Jianran's slightly trembling eyelashes, her blushing cheeks, and the gleams in her eyes - such glimmers belong to the shy Jianran, just like back then.

In a blink of an eye, it seems to be back in the past.

She and him met in the vast sea of ​​people, knew each other, loved each other, cuddled each other, and promised each other forever.

Qin Yue couldn't bear it, and held Jian Ran's hand.

So soft, so... cold. How longing to be able to hold on to this, for the rest of my life.

The hand - was suddenly held by Qin Yue, and Jian Ran suddenly turned her head, subconsciously wanting to pull it out, but the other party seemed determined not to let it go.

Jian Ran was a little annoyed, so she glared at Qin Yue. It just so happened that the other party was also looking at her with soft and firm eyes.

This kind of gaze is too deceptive, making people addicted to it, and can no longer break free.

Jian Ran suddenly couldn't tell whether this man was looking at his dead wife, or at... himself.

It's too much, isn't it? Why did he tell her about his dead wife? Now, her heart is beating like a drum, she longs to hold the man's warm hand, and never let go.

But... what he likes is Jian Ran, doesn't he? not myself.

But now, her own hand is in his big palm, warm, warming into her cold heart, Jian Ran couldn't help but look down.

I have never been held by a person like this before. This feeling is very strange, but somehow I feel a little familiar, as if he used to hold her like this.

Perhaps, he used to hold his wife like this.

Jian Ran didn't want to think about it any more, even if Qin Yue regarded her as a substitute for his dead wife, she would admit it.

Anyway, the person here is me now, and the person being held is me. Even at dawn, everything will return to its original position.

Just let yourself drown in his eyes—for one night.

Qin Yue led her, while Jian Ran was led by him, neither of them spoke.

She didn't ask where he was taking her, she just knew to follow him.

How wonderful, the night is dark, and there is silence all around. It seems that there are only two of them walking forward between the sky and the earth, accompanied by the breeze and the moonlight.