Ming Huan, who was standing by, saw Feng Xingwu crying so hard that her breath was ragged in a nightmare, and she felt deep despair.
I'm really afraid that she'll just fall asleep and have to wake her up:
"Sister Xingyue, wake up! Wake up!"
Feng Xingwu slowly opened her eyes, her hazy eyes filled with sadness.
But when she regained consciousness, she never shed a tear again.
Staring at the ceiling blankly, without saying a word.
Seeing her suppressed sadness, Ming Huan felt extremely uncomfortable and choked with sobs and advised:
"Sister Xingyue, you can cry if you want to, don't hold it in and break your body!"
Hearing Ming Huan's voice, the trance in Feng Xingwu's eyes finally faded away.
She sat up slowly and spoke, her sweet voice hoarse to the point of being hoarse, and asked with difficulty:
"Ming Huan, can he stay..."
The word "corpse" was stuck in her throat, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't say it out.
Ming Huan saw the deep sadness in her eyes, and her tear-filled eyes could no longer bear it. The dripping tears wet her clothes as she shook her head gently.
But she gritted her teeth and held back, not letting herself cry out.
Feng Xingwu was a little surprised when she saw that Ming Huan was in no less mournful condition than herself.
But at this heartbroken moment, she could no longer think much.
He slowly got out of bed and walked out alone in silence.
"Sister Xingyue?!"
Ming Huan saw that she was in a state of despair, so he could not worry about her going out alone, so he quickly swallowed his sorrow and followed her.
Feng Xingwu went straight to Fengyue Tower.
The once magnificent Fengyue has now turned into a pile of ruins.
Even though it had rained heavily last night, the strong smell of charcoal still lingered in the air.
The ruins of broken trees are desolate and heartbreaking.
Stepping on the ashes, Feng Xingwu walked step by step towards the place where Ou Peiwen threw himself into the fire.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky and it was extremely warm.
But why does she feel colder every time she takes a step?
Those scenes that have been covered in dust for many years are revealed bit by bit as they get closer...
Whenever I make things difficult for him or bully him, he always looks pitiful, as if he is really afraid of himself.