Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and walked towards the house.
Pushing open the wooden door, there was a creaking sound, and the cold wind blew in from the entrance of the cave, making her shiver from the cold.
The room was dark, so Luo Qingchen took a lantern from the door and walked inside.
The moment she slowly raised the lantern, her eyes immediately turned red.
The entire Hualing House was exactly the same as the inner hall when they got married.
Brick by brick, every plant and tree, whether it's the placement of orchids, the position of the candlestick, or the huge bronze mirror.
All are perfect replicas...
Looking at the scene before her, Luo Qingchen felt her heart skip a beat and wanted to cry, but she found that she couldn't make a sound.
She always felt that she had been in a state of confusion for ten years, but she didn't know how lonely and unbearable these ten years were for Nan Yisheng.
Perhaps, she should try harder to escape and get back to him faster.
"Who asked you to come in? You don't want to live anymore, right?" An extremely cold voice came from behind, without any warmth at all.
And this voice was so exciting and familiar to Luo Qingchen.
She lightly fanned her eyelashes, turned around slowly, and stared at him blankly, leaning against the bright moon.
Looking at his bewildering face that makes people addicted to the world forever, his face seems to be a masterpiece carefully carved from the best jade selected by God. His eyes in the dark night pool have an extremely powerful aura.
This kind of Nan Yisheng seemed very familiar to her, but also seemed... very strange.
She looked at his eyebrows, took a deep breath and pursed her lips. She couldn't speak, but tears fell first.
Nan Yisheng, who was holding a long sword in his hand, was obviously stunned when he saw her like this. His eyes were slightly confused, but soon his eyes dimmed and he spoke again: "Can't you see the plaque at the door? Anyone who breaks into the house... will die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yisheng held a long sword, jumped up and attacked in Luo Qingchen's direction.
His swordsmanship was extremely fast, and he was indeed the best master in the world. Between the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, there was no way for her to survive.
But in fact, with her skills, she could still escape unscathed, but she didn't...
She closed her eyes, and the sword flashed in front of her eyes for a moment, and a strand of black hair slowly fell down.
It fell on the land of snow and on the tip of his heart.
The next second, he suddenly raised his eyes, his deep eyes flashed with tiny glimmers as he looked at her and said, "Why don't you hide?"
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the sword edge that was only a few inches away from her neck. Her eyebrows trembled slightly, and a crystal tear fell on his long sword.
In an instant, she raised her right hand slightly and held the edge of the sword tightly.
The bright red blood fell drop by drop. She pressed her palm harder and the blood flowed down like a gushing column.
But her face was pale, and she didn't even frown. It seemed that it was not her who was in pain, and it was not her blood that was bleeding.
His face was calm and composed, just like the white snow on the ground, as cold as frost.
Nan Yisheng shook his right hand, let go of the sword, and shouted with a hint of reproach in his tone: "What are you doing?!"
Why did he feel inexplicably excited when a woman he had never seen before stood in front of him at this moment.
Why does my heart hurt inexplicably when I see her palms bleeding
Why did her clear eyes make him feel familiar...
Too many whys flashed through his mind, but he couldn't get an answer.
until…
The hilt of the sword fell to the ground with a 'dong' sound, and Luo Qingchen came to him at a speed that he had never experienced before...
He nodded, raised his eyes, and sealed his mouth with a kiss. (To be continued)