"Xier!" Ji Mingyu rushed forward like lightning and hugged the girl in his arms.
The anxiety, panic and irritability that I had just felt after waiting for more than two hours disappeared without a trace at this moment.
However, as soon as he hugged her, Ji Mingyu felt something was wrong.
Because he was infected with a cold poison, Ji Mingyu's body temperature has always been lower than that of ordinary people.
Whenever he hugged Xi Yue, he could always feel the vibrant warmth from the girl.
But at this moment, the girl's body in his arms was still soft and fragile, but cold to the bone.
Ji Mingyu let go of Xi Yue slightly and looked down, and saw a pale and bloodless little face. His face suddenly changed, "Xi'er, what happened? Why are you so pale?"
Xi Yue looked up at him, the familiar face, the familiar affection and concern, but all these things that once made her heart warm and soft, now seemed like a sharp knife cutting her heart bit by bit.
Ji Mingyu became more worried when he saw the girl so distraught. He was about to grab her hand and infuse his spiritual power into it.
Xi Yue pulled her hand back, but kept staring at him.
The eye sockets were a little moist and red, and the cracked lips opened slightly, uttering a hoarse voice, "Ji Mingyu, I want to ask you a question, please don't lie to me, okay?"
Ji Mingyu's heart twitched for no reason, and he quickly said, "Xi'er, I said I won't lie to you again."
"Is the cold poison in your body the Marrow Flowing Ice Prison?"
Ji Mingyu's expression changed slightly, and his hands hanging by his side suddenly clenched. He tried to keep his voice calm and nodded: "Yes!"
Xi Yue took a deep breath and continued to ask, "I heard that only the Origin of Wood can cure the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison. Without the Origin of Wood to cure the poison, people who are poisoned by the Flowing Marrow Ice Prison will only live for a hundred years at most before their souls are frozen and shattered and they die. But before that, the Origin of Wood had disappeared for tens of thousands of years. Ji Mingyu, can you tell me how you survived?"
Ji Mingyu's hand that was originally holding Xi Yue suddenly loosened, his face became paler than Xi Yue's, deep fear appeared in his eyes that were always cold and quiet, and a burning red color appeared.
Seeing Ji Mingyu's reaction, Xi Yue's heart tightened. She took a step back, looked up at the man's face, and continued to ask word by word: "Ji Mingyu, you said you are Nangong Yu, and you only forgot your past because you lost your memory. I used to trust you wholeheartedly, so I never asked. I would rather wait for you to remember and tell me in person than to investigate and doubt."
"But now, I want to know, Ji Mingyu, can you tell me what is the relationship between you and Nangong Yu?"
"Obviously, in Miluo Continent, he has all the records from birth to death. He is a real living person. And you have lived in Siam for tens of thousands of years. Your life trajectories do not overlap at all. Why are you the same person?"
Ji Mingyu clenched his hands into fists, and his heart, which was still burning with passion a few hours ago, was now ice-cold.
Xiyue knows!
Xi Yue finally knew!
The truth that he tried so hard to hide, the truth that he was afraid of Xi Yue knowing even in his dreams, has finally been discovered
Ji Mingyu opened his mouth, his voice trembling inexplicably, "Xier, everything about Nangong Yu is in the past. Let's forget about it and start over, okay?" (To be continued)