She should have recovered her memory, but why didn't she say anything? That's all, I didn't say it, I didn't say it, and he didn't want to hear something about the past from her, so let it be like this, let it be silent like this, with time, the love and hatred more than a thousand years ago will be changed. Bury them all.
In the middle of the night, the cold wind made her gradually wake up, and she touched the place next to her. It was empty and cold. There was no familiar person, and there was no familiar smell filling her nose. She frowned slightly. He frowned, half-opened his eyes, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the room became brighter, and there was no one else in the room except her. He rolled his eyes, turned over to think of the bed, pulled a cloak over his body, walked around the room a few times, and finally stopped in front of the window.
Gently pushing open the window and looking at the pitch-dark world outside, he seemed to fall into the endless darkness for a moment. Because of the ghosts of the devil, she has been in darkness for several lifetimes, falling into the animal realm every time, and enjoying a simple but short life every time. She doesn't know why she can persist, and she doesn't know why she If you want to persevere, it will be a dead end, but why do you still think about what other people are doing? Maybe it's just because the consciousness instilled by the ever-existing God is at work.
With her last strength, she escaped from the animal realm when there was chaos in hell, escaped into the human realm, and then relied on the little spiritual power she had left to travel through time and space, looking for her reincarnation in the future world. After searching for several lives, she finally finally I found the most suitable candidate, and when she died unfortunately, she used spiritual power to send her soul to this body where she was supposed to live.
He raised his hand, looked at the clear lines on his palm, a talisman appeared faintly, and sighed softly, everything was already predestined, so he understood why Murong Xing'er chose to choose She is, they are all one existence, no one can do without another, it's just a matter of the order of existence.
All Murong Xing'er's memories are in her mind, everything she has done, everything she has experienced, and bits and pieces of what happened with Beichen Moxuan, these are like a movie. Showing here, she is like a bystander appreciating other people's love stories.
Their love is very plain, but very moving, plain happiness, is the real happiness. Shaking his head regretfully, what a pity, if Murong Xing'er hadn't died, these two people should be a natural couple. They trust each other, understand each other, and tolerate each other. This is the love that everyone yearns for. There are not too many vows between them, but every action and every demeanor tells of their belief that they will always be together.
There is no lack of Luo Ming's existence in this memory. The cold man with the silver butterfly mask always appears in the corner, looking at her from a distance, he will laugh for her smile and cry for her. Crying, what she is dissatisfied with, he will help him solve it, even if he will be charged with any crime.
He is always closest to her, but he can never reach out and touch her. He has always loved her, always looked at her, and always watched her love others deeply.