With an ethereal voice, Du Qingling calmly looked at the vast expanse of white.
There was a bridge that seemed to be collapsing under my feet, and there was dark water under the bridge.
"Who are you?"
Frowning, this place is weird.
"I am you!"
It's still misty, which makes people feel a little shabby.
"Where is this?"
Du Qingling stopped asking. Is the bridge under my feet about to collapse?
"Yes, the bridge under your feet is about to collapse."
This ethereal voice with a hint of familiarity spoke out what was in her heart. Du Qingling pursed her lips lightly.
"Alas...this is the Naihe Bridge."
He sighed and said helplessly.
Naihe Bridge? Du Qingling frowned? The legendary Naihe Bridge? Under that bridge is the Wangchuan River?
"Yes."
There is a black figure printed in the white fog.
She seemed unable to appear, only wandering in the white mist.
"Hey, why haven't you come yet?"
Sighing again, Youyou's tone was a little disappointed.
Looking around here, Du Qingling walked forward, while the white mist drifted back consciously.
"Come on, I can't hold it anymore."
The misty voice was a little broken, and she was helpless and helpless.
"Hey...who are you? Where is this place?"
The calm Du Qingling couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He never answered his questions directly. It was so abominable that no one could see him. Just a strange voice rang in his ears.
"Du, you will know where this is soon, come on."
Du Qingling suddenly opened her eyes and saw that she was on the bed. She opened the curtains and the cold moonlight fell on the ground. It was suspected to be frost on the ground.
The voice was broken and blurred at the end, Du? She knew what her name was?