"You are not allowed to leave." Although he was drunk and unconscious, he was still furious because he seemed to have heard her leaving——
"I, I don't want to leave you either, Zhi Lan, you are good to me, trust me, love me, pamper me... I really, really don't want to leave you." She sniffed, feeling aggrieved.
On his lap, she tried her best to lean into his arms, "The only free choice I have in this life is to have you... Zhi Lan,
I love you more than you think... I really, really love you... Zhilan, I am unwilling and unwilling to leave you. What should I do? My heart hurts so much, as if I want to cut out a piece of flesh.
It hurts like a heartache...Zhilan, I'm afraid I will die of pain, because if I leave you...I...I will die..."
Even if her person does not die, her heart will definitely die, and she will die as painfully as if she was cut into pieces with a thousand knives.
So I don't want to, so unwilling, but I have to do it.
Zhilan, do you know how uncomfortable I am——
"Zi'er...Zi'er..." Mo Zhilan shook his head, trying to get rid of the haziness and weakness of drunkenness.
"Zhi Lan...I'm sorry..." Seeing him trying to regain consciousness, Feng Xizi felt that the moisture in his eyes became even more overflowing, almost to the point of bursting.
She gritted her teeth and held on stubbornly to prevent tears from rolling out of her eyes, "Don't try it again. I put a thousand days of drunkenness in this wine. Zhilan, go to sleep. When you wake up, everything will be the same...
…Zhilan…”
She knew that he had deep inner strength, and she also knew that he would release his inner strength and get really drunk just because she said "I want him to get drunk." However, she was still worried, so she put Qianni, developed by her fourth brother, in the wine.
Drunk, but she took the antidote beforehand just to make Mo Zhilan truly drunk.
"Zhilan, I love you very much. I really love you very much." Her throat tightened and she managed to squeeze out the sound. Even if he couldn't hear clearly now, she still wanted to tell him how much she loved him and how willing she was.
Be with him forever.
Just like what he said, look at the prosperous world he gave her and the country he managed with his own hands.
Year after year.
Life after life.
Until they die, the underworld and the blue sky fall, and they vow to never leave.
How much she wanted it - but how could she bear to let the innocent Qiyu sacrifice her life for this kind of happiness for her...
She can't -
Really...can't do it——
"Zhilan, you must be very tired." She wiped away her tears, helped him up with difficulty, and staggered to the bed.
Mo Zhilan opened his eyes vaguely, and could only see the purple shadow shaking non-stop beside the bed curtain.
"Zi'er..." His strong willpower supported a ray of clarity, and he stretched out his hand to catch her with difficulty.
No...he...seems to have the same painful feeling he had two years ago...
It seemed that something important was disappearing...leaving away...with a power he could not stop.
No!
no!
cannot!
He doesn't allow it!
Zi'er——Zi'er——
"Zhilan, I'm here, I'm here." She knelt beside the bed and held the hand he handed over. The tears that she had finally stopped began to overflow again.
Drunk for a thousand days, drunk for a thousand days.
Mo Zhilan was drunk, Feng Xizi was drunk, and this period of lingering love was also drunk.
"Zi... no... don't..." The consciousness he had managed to hold on to was suppressed by severe dizziness. It was obviously the feeling of being drunk, but it made his heart begin to hurt.
"Zhilan, I'm sorry - and, I love you."
She held his hand, lowered her tear-stained eyelashes, and softly placed her red lips on his thin lips.
Feeling Feng Xizi's warm breath, Mo Zhilan finally became completely drunk, breathing heavily, and closed his long eyes——