She hesitated for a moment, but this dream had tossed her for too long, and she was very eager to figure it out.
The pale lips opened slightly, she slowly walked a few steps forward, stood ten steps away from him, looked at the figure from behind, and asked, "Who are you?"
The man's figure flickered, and it seemed to pause for a moment.
Yan Xi clenched her skirt tightly, her lower lip clenched unconsciously, and an unspeakable anxiety surged from the bottom of her heart, unspeakable. The man never looked back, she gritted her teeth, "Who are you? What's the purpose of appearing in my dreams over and over again?!" She stepped forward quickly, grabbed the man's arm, and turned him around. Up her.
This time, the dream was not broken.
After seeing the person's face clearly, her pupils tightened slightly, "Weak and weak?! You—"
Without knowing how to speak for a while, she pressed her dry lips, the jade bridge beneath her feet was icy with a hint of chill, and she penetrated through the soles of her feet. She was still wearing the same white shirt as before going to bed. Surrounded by fairy qi, lotus flowers are blooming in the pond, and pearls are splashing everywhere.
She thought that it was the real wonderland, and it was probably the same.
"Xi Xi," the man looked at her affectionately, stretched out a hand slightly, stroked her side face, chuckled softly, his stunning face had a gentleness that was not part of the weak water, "I'm thin. , Xi, I finally found you, come back, come back to me, eh?"
"Aren't you weak and weak?" Yan Xi took a step back suddenly, and her back hit the railing, so painful that she even thought she was experiencing this dream in person, "Why come in my dream, who are you?"
"I'm Weak Shui, Yan Xi," the man with a face that looked the same as Weak Shui still smiled warmly, like a breeze. The white fingertips are like his snow-white brocade robe, not stained with dust.
The hope is far away.
"No, you're not him," Yan Xi's eyes were complicated, and the current situation had dizzy her head, but she was still firm in what she saw, "He won't laugh like you, and he won't—"
Nothing
The man was cold-hearted, and although he was unsmiling on the surface, he was mostly satisfied with her requirements.
But the man in front of him, even though he was covered in Buddha's light, was dignified. On the stunning appearance, the smile is gentle and the eyes are gleaming, but it makes life feel a sense of distance for no reason. Although he was smiling, the smile did not reach the bottom of his heart.
Yan Xi rejects such a man from the bottom of his heart.
She continued to step back, closing her eyes and trying to leave the dream and return to reality, the world with Cui Pan.
I wonder if Cui Pan found her anomaly and came to look for her
There was no response for a while, and Yan Xi probably already knew that this was not an ordinary dream, but that she was caught in her soul!
And the person who was stuck with the soul was obviously a man with a smile in front of him, a kind of spring breeze.
"Yan Xi, why hide from me? You used to be like this." He frowned, and Yan Xi didn't even see how he moved, and saw him appear in front of him suddenly, and his voice fell a bit, "Yan Xi, come here. , Come to me."
Yan Xi suddenly raised her eyes and looked directly at his eyebrows, "Have you ever been related to me?"
"You—" the man frowned, realizing that something was wrong, and quickly touching her forehead with one hand, then evacuated.
Even Feng Xi will have time to react in the future.
He smiled suddenly, and in a flash, it was as if the lotus flowers around him had bloomed. The beauty was not like a real person. He murmured: "Sure enough, Yan Xi, you still chose to forget it after all."