Finally, I shook my head and said that I didn't know anything. It was up to him to decide what he wanted to do or what determination he made. No one else could help him, because she was the woman he loved, and she was not much different from other people.
relationship.
"Even if she is in pain, I still can't kill her. In that case, why should I hesitate? Because I already have the answer in my heart. Other people's answers are irrelevant." After that, Yang Yumo started talking.
Go outside.
I followed slowly.
Except for the ivy door, there is no real door in this place. Every time I take a step, I can feel the cold wind whistling by, lifting up the tufts of gauze. The man in front of me is walking alone, seeming to have forgotten me.
existence.
He didn't stop until he reached the misty pool.
I followed up with small steps and stood next to him. The next moment, he took me into his arms, smelled my hair deeply, and sighed softly, "Why can't I smell the smell that makes me nostalgic anymore?"
The taste?"
Because, I am not Pei Qian, I am not Qian Feiyi, I am just an ordinary mute girl, Ping'er.
Without the scent of medicine that made him fall in love with Yumo, there would be no connection between me and him. I would do what I should do, and he would continue his temptation. One day I would achieve my goal, and I would leave quickly.
This is my answer.
I can't tell you the answer because the time has not come yet.
Before joining the Yu Renmeng, I was worried about whether it would cause harm to Yang Yumo. Now I realize that my worries were due to me worrying too much. In his heart, he only cares about Ying'er. If he doesn't care about other people,
How could I hurt him?
This is a very simple truth, isn't it?
That's great. I don't have to worry about whom I can't forgive or whom I owe. After all, we all have people we care about, and we live for the people we care about.
Whether other people are happy or hurt is not what we should care about.
Thinking of this, I feel relaxed.
Yang Yumo was lying on the bed, lying sideways, but his eyes were staring at me closely, "Ping'er, how great would it be if you could sing? I always want to listen to nursery rhymes again, because for so many years, I have only listened to
She sang that nursery rhyme to me in my dream."
I didn't look at his face, and stared blankly at the dim palace lantern not far in front of me, pretending not to hear what Yang Yumo said.
At this moment, I really want to lean on Yumo and fall asleep quickly. Then I can think about whether I should take action immediately after he falls asleep tonight.