Hua Lalan thought about it for a long time, but still found nothing. There must be a secret door in this place, she thought, but where the secret door is is a problem.

Feng Wuya stayed there and looked at the painting. The woman in the painting was so stunning, but there was still a kind of lonely sadness and incomparable pride in her eyes. After looking at it silently for a long time, she suddenly felt blessed.

He glanced at Hua Lalan and walked over to take down the painting. There was still no door behind the painting.

However, there are words on the stone wall. The words are carved on the stone wall and sink deeply into the stone wall. The words grow old together with the son.

These words seem to have been written on the stone wall with fingers using internal energy. Each word has melted into the stone. However, in this smooth stone wall, there is infinite lingering and sadness. Yes, lingering, those

Every word seems to be infinite sadness and an indescribable lingering feeling.

Hua Lalan looked at these words, a little confused, and then looked at Feng Wuya. Feng Wuya looked at her: "Lalan, tell me, what is going on?"

Hua Lalan's face turned slightly red, holding her hand and growing old together with her. This is the dream of many women, but how many can actually be realized?

She did not return to Feng Wuya, but read those words carefully for a long time, and suddenly realized something.

Just like inserting his palm into the mold of that hand before, Hua Lalan was about to trace those words with his slender fingers, but Feng Wuya caught him, and his voice lost its usual coquettishness: "Lalan,

I come."

Hua Lalan silently let go of her hand and firmly grasped the corner of Feng Wuya's clothes with her hands. She was very vigilant. If something unexpected happened, she would be able to block him in time.

Both of them held their breaths. Feng Wuya's white and slender fingers overlapped the words and sketched them one by one. Infinite sadness surged into his heart. He grew old with his wife, but who was he? Hua Lalan's white palms were tight.

She held his clothes tightly, but why did he still feel infinitely sad?

Hua Lalan had no time to care about Feng Wuya's thoughts. She was too nervous to breathe and stared at Feng Wuya's fingers tracing the words one by one.
Chapter completed!