“Before you know it, it’s been a year.”
The voice of Wang Yue came from behind her. She quickly raised her hand to lose the tears on her cheeks, closed her eyes, and said softly: "Yes."
"You finally came out of the house." Wang Yue gently patted Luo Qingchen's shoulder, just like she patted Ye Xuanji's shoulder, and said to her like an elder: "He doesn't want to see Like you."
"Then what does she want to see me like?" Luo Qingchen raised her eyes, with a hint of desolate self-mockery in her clear eyes: "How selfish he is, doesn't he know?"
He selfishly left her alone in this world, and selfishly directed and acted in a play, making everything seem to end perfectly.
He gave her an ending, but it was such a heartbreaking ending.
"Perhaps he is more entangled than anyone else..." Mochizuki interrupted before he finished speaking, shook his head helplessly and said: "Or maybe he is not entangled at all. Because he already had the answer from the beginning, He is just completing your and his story step by step according to the answer in his heart."
"Would you like a drink?" Luo Qingchen shrugged and placed a bouquet of red Bibi flowers that had just been picked in the sea of star velvet flowers on the snow monument. Then he turned around and looked at Wangyue and said, "I suddenly want to listen to the story he wrote at that time again."
Mochizuki was stunned for a moment, looked at the tears shining in her eyes, nodded gently and said, "Okay."
Nights with a sparse moon and a sea of stars, velvets and flowers are always particularly beautiful.
Luo Qingchen poured the wine from the flask into the moonlight cup, took a sip and looked at him and said, "Aren't you afraid that I would discover the story you wrote at that time?"
"Yes, yes." Wangyue drank two more drinks, looking a little excited, as if recalling an old script, and said leisurely: "Do you still remember? At that time, you went to the Samsara Mirror in the Borderless Land to confirm When it happened, I immediately went to the land of no boundaries."
When Luo Qingchen heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and his eyes instantly turned red.
I always feel as if those past events have been reappearing in front of my eyes, scene after scene, just like switching screens, which makes people heartbroken.
"So it was true that I sensed your presence in front of the Samsara Mirror?" She suddenly felt that she had a chance to get closer to the truth, but she was just one step away.
"It's true..." Mochizuki sighed softly and said, "The Samsara Mirror at that time was actually a barrier set up by me. What you saw was just the picture I wanted to show you."
"Wang Yue, aren't you afraid that I will hate you?" Luo Qingchen turned her eyes sideways, her eyes as clear as water filled with tears.
When one day you discover that the hate and love you have experienced are all scripts set by others, you will realize how helpless you are.
But you can't hate him, because everything he did was for her to live, so how could she hate him...
"No matter who you two are, I will be very sad if I die." Wangyue Jijin said with a wry smile, "But Xuanji has already made his choice, what can I do?"
"Isn't he afraid that I'm too harsh on him?" She seemed to have drunk too much, and her tears fell one by one.
In fact, she didn't drink too much, she just wanted to get drunk, get drunk in this lonely world, and never wake up.
"So you hate him?" Mochizuki asked.
Silence, silence, silence, dead silence.
I don’t know how long it took, but she pursed her lips, looked up at the huge bright moon and said: "It’s too late to love, how can I bear to hate." (To be continued)