Ouyang Yu, who was pushed away by her, stood there and could only watch quietly as she lost all her previous memories. From now on, in her world, she would really never remember Jun Mochen again.
"ah--"
Bai Yanling screamed in pain for the last time, and everything seemed to have settled and returned to peace.
Ouyang Yu hurriedly stepped forward to support her who was fainting, and hugged her onto the horse. She turned around and took one last look at the small village that seemed inconspicuous but carried a deep feeling. If Yan'er lost her memory,
Will he be willing to give up everything and live in this small village with her?
Maybe, maybe not...
But what he is most sure of at this moment is that he will never let her go in this life. He will love her well on Jun Mochen's behalf, not as compensation, but as love!
Dust was rising all the way, and the horses galloped towards the palace, with a group of troops behind them rushing as they came and leaving...
…
Going north to the Bayou Cave, fine and light snow began to fall in the sky. In this season, it looked unusual and strange.
And lying on his back at the entrance of the cave was a man who was most gorgeous in the world, but except for his face, which was intact, every part of his body was torn and bruised, as if he had been slashed with a knife, but he would not die for a long time until his flesh and bones were separated.
He has no sorrow or sorrow for this. The so-called Ling Chi is nothing more than this, and it is not even one thousandth of the pain of leaving her.
The soft snow fell on him one after another, covering his wounds. The cool touch made him feel slightly comfortable, but it also delayed his death even more.
He raised his eyelids with great effort, wanting to look at the sky for the last time. His dark eyes were so cloudy and dull that they could no longer illuminate anything. It turned out that the sky was just a dead thing, with no emotions, no joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
Worse than a beast...
I don’t know how long it has been since the Ten Thousand Tangle Gu took effect, and how many more hours are left to endure. I just feel as if my whole body is being gradually peeled off, and the warm blood keeps splashing wet the thin white snow, melting into the snow, and staying in again.
His body is bone-chillingly cold...
He kept his eyes open and never closed them, fearing that once he closed them, he would never have the strength to open them again, maybe...
Maybe he can see her one last time, although this is already out of reach. He has arranged everything. By now, she should have followed Ouyang Yu back to the palace and forgotten all about him...
I wonder if she will still remember what he said to her before he left. Even if it is just a little bit of space, it would be good to leave it to him...
In this way, at least it proves that he still exists...
The warm blood was almost gone. He thought it was almost time. He could even clearly feel that his consciousness was getting blurry.
Bayou Cave is the place where he turned into a human, but it is also the place where he was buried.
After using up the last bit of strength, he held an uncarved wooden hairpin tightly in his hand, but his thin lips moved slightly. If you listen carefully, you can hear someone calling his name, "Yan'er..."
In a trance, he seemed to see a familiar figure walking towards him, getting closer and closer.
Moreover, it became clearer and clearer that the figure was squatting in front of him, looking at him as if in pain, even trembling when he spoke, "Mo..."
God is not really ruthless. At least when he was about to die, he still allowed him to see her. It was great...
Jun Mochen was unable to speak, otherwise he would have asked her to say to him, "Mo, I love you"
She must not know how much he longs to hear her say it to him in person, but it's a pity that he will never have the chance again.
"Mo, I love you, you can't die, please don't die, okay?"
His eyes stung, and his face seemed to be having an attack. The warm blood blurred his eyes, making his vision dark, but he still looked towards the direction of the voice and smiled weakly. He finally heard it...
…
No more regrets in this life!
Countless snowflakes fell, and they settled on his lips, as if they were kissing him. Was that the last kiss before parting...
Finally, this torture ended with the sound of flesh and blood being separated...
Miraculously, Jun Mochen opened his black eyes again, saw the figure clearly, and gave a beautiful smile.
Yan'er, Jun Mochen loves you very much in this life, more than his own life.