I have decided that I will use the first trick of stealing love, the passionate offensive. Starting tomorrow, I will implement it.
Thinking of this, I fell asleep peacefully.
"Feiyi, although it is urgent to take Huandian, you have to remember not to be too stubborn and hurt yourself, you know?" There was a voice that suddenly came closer and far away, and it was that damn Mu Yiqing again.
Since his death, he often comes into my dreams and doesn't make me feel better. It seems that he has never said that he will not let me go if he is a ghost. If that is the case, why do he often disturb my dreams?
I waved my hand, trying to drive him away, but his voice still reached my ears intermittently, "...I have to leave for a while. Feiyi, I will miss you..."
My eyes widened suddenly and I looked out the window. This time, it was still dark.
What's going on? Why was Mu Yiqing's voice so clear just now, as if she was speaking close to my ears? Could it be that I really hit a ghost?
Thinking of this, I felt goosebumps on my arms and felt that this room was eerie and scary.
After looking at it for a week, I felt that there was nothing wrong, so I lay back on the bed. As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard Mu Yiqing's voice again, saying that he would leave for a while...
I opened my eyes again and looked at the roof of the tent. Mu Yiqing said he would leave for a while. Does this mean that he has always been by my side before?
But he was clearly dead. I saw his stiff body, cold face, and closed eyes. That was indeed his Mu Yiqing, yes.
I remember when he died, I felt a little pity and even sad for him. I also said that I actually liked him. But it was a pity that he couldn't hear me.
Is it that I shouldn't have fallen in love with him not long after his death, so his soul doesn't want to leave? Want to repay the favor?
That damn Mu Yiqing is not a kind person, so why should he repay his kindness? If he could think of it, it was just nonsense.
I don’t want to think about it anymore, I want to sleep, I don’t want to think about that dead person Mu Yiqing.
As a result, I tossed and turned, and as soon as I closed my eyes, Mu Yiqing's face would flash before my eyes. To be honest, I can't remember what he looked like. Because he died for too long, and I couldn't piece together him at all.
appearance.
That being the case, why do I still think of him?
Finally, the sky was bright, but I still didn't feel sleepy. I kept looking at the tent ceiling, still thinking about that annoying problem. I lay there lazily, not wanting to move...