"Why do you feel like this?" Jun Wuxie stared at Luo Qingyue, a dark light flashing in his eyes, Qingyue, do you know, this painting was actually painted by you.
Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, it still couldn't be hidden from his eyes. Three thousand years ago, he fell deeply in love with her. Such a deep feeling made him know her well. When he didn't remember what happened three thousand years ago at first, he saw
Looking at this painting, I just feel familiar yet strange.
Now that he has restored everything, he can naturally see who painted this painting.
Luo Qingyue took a few steps closer, "This is a landscape painting. The landscape is beautiful, but there is no one in the painting. There are four words 'Black Lotus of Rebirth' in the lower right corner of the picture." As she spoke, she touched the painting with her hand.
There is a word "Lotus", and there is a dark red color in the corner of the word "Lotus". As she expected, this should be a drop of blood.
Her eyes were lingering, with a touch of sadness, "The person who painted the painting must have been in a desperate mood at that time..."
Jun Wuxie's heart was shocked, despair... His five fingers hidden in his sleeves trembled inexplicably. Just now Qingyue said that he was very desperate. Three thousand years ago, he really hurt Qingyue.
...
"How hopeless and helpless it is to be able to paint with blood. The lotus character drips blood...in the afterlife...inject it with blood...protect it in the afterlife...
..Did the people in the Wangchuan River die unjustly? Why did the owner of this painting convey such a sad and depressing feeling?" Luo Qingyue stared blankly at the painting on the wall and sighed in a low voice.
Said.
Jun Wuxie looked at her sideways, stretched out his hand to hug Luo Qingyue, and told her not to be sad, not to be sad, but he was unable to make such an action. To be honest, he was the least qualified to comfort her like this.
Man, the person who hurt her the most was him!
If Qingyue knew what happened a thousand years ago this time, would she, like she did three thousand years ago, choose to die rather than be with him? Just to hate him!
"Jun Wuxie, I gave up my soul in exchange for never seeing each other again in all our lives. From now on, we will be strangers and we will never see each other again..." These were the last words she said to him. At that time, her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.
Shockingly calm.
He wanted to stop her movements, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch... Then when he was poisoned by cold poison, he fell into a coma completely. A thousand years later, he woke up from his injuries.
His memory of the Yugu Clan has been taken away by Jun Lintian, and since then, the saintess of the Yugu Clan has no longer existed in his memory.
After that, another two thousand years passed, and he met the current Luo Qingyue. It was a chance encounter, but it was also a beautiful acquaintance. Was this because God took pity on them and wanted to give them a chance?
"Wuxie, do you think the person who painted this painting is a man or a woman?" Luo Qingyue suddenly turned her head, blinked her big, watery eyes, and asked him.
Jun Wuxie suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously looked into Luo Qingyue's curious eyes, "I don't know..."
"Take a guess."
"I can't guess." Jun Wuxie stared at Luo Qingyue seriously, "Qingyue, what do you think?"
"I guess it must be a woman!" she said very seriously.
Jun Wuxie's heart suddenly tightened, "Why are you so sure?"