Two days later, Ling Aojue woke up. The light was a bit dazzling, forcing him to raise his arm to cover the sunlight. When he raised his hand, he found that there was another person beside him.
The woman was sleeping next to his bed, with her face pillowed on her arms. She seemed to have noticed the movement and opened her eyes slightly. When she saw Ling Aojue waking up, she was surprised at first, then turned around and ran out.
When Ling Aojue saw this look, his heart moved, and a name came to his mind. The woman was covered with a veil, and he couldn't see her face clearly, but her eyes and demeanor were so similar to Wan'er.
No, it can't be Wan'er.
Wan'er is dead.
Ling Aojue frowned and covered his aching head. Qingyi's figure emerged from the bottom of his heart and he sat up from the bed. Where is he now? Where is Xiaoxiao?
He remembered that before he fainted, he sent Xiaoxiao out of the woods. Is she safe now?
Dai Ran was hiding outside the bamboo house. She thought that after seeing her, Ling Aojue would be confused by her or at least chase him out. But looking at this, it seemed that she had not done enough.
Dai Ran lowered her eyes, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes. She couldn't be impatient now. She had to be strategic in dealing with Ling Aojue. Making him believe that it would not happen overnight.
Dairan walked in with a basin of water. She kept hinting to herself in her heart that she was Wan'er now. If she were Wan'er, what should she do and how should she react when encountering this situation.
After all, after studying for four years, Dai Ran quickly got into the role. Looking at Ling Aojue, she started to complain. She seemed to have a thousand words in her heart that were hard to describe, but she was afraid of being seen through by him, so she started to dodge.
.
Ling Aojue frowned tightly and looked at the woman in front of him. Dairan's hard work in the past two days finally bore fruit. At least at this moment, Ling Aojue completely merged the shadows of Dairan and Wan'er in front of him in his mind, but
He didn't dare to confirm it yet.
Dai Ran noticed a change in Ling Aojue's eyes and brought the water to the bed. She didn't say anything and stopped talking. She looked at Ling Aojue affectionately and coldly, and then retreated.
These looks made Ling Aojue's heart feel confused for a moment, and his mind became confused. Apart from the surprise, there was actually a trace of confusion.
Wan'er, is it really Wan'er?
Wan'er, are you really still alive?
He suddenly wasn't sure. If Wan'er was really alive, why didn't she come back to find him? If Wan'er was still alive, what would happen to his smile?
Ling Aojue is a cautious person after all. He is not so easily fooled and will not be believed so easily.
But someone really knew him too well. Dai Ran quickly reported Ling Aojue's awakening, and her master's intention was to remain unchanged in the face of all changes.
Ling Aojue was anxious to inquire about Qingyi and see if she was safe. However, he was seriously injured and could not leave this place alone.
Dairan stayed by Ling Aojue's side, often without saying a word, just taking care of him quietly, and every move she made was filled with Wan'er's aura. Ling Aojue almost caught her several times and asked her
Who is it?
But, after all, he didn't.
Several days passed like this, and Ling Aojue's injuries gradually healed, and he could leave. However, when he planned to say thank you to Dai Ran, Dai Ran disappeared on the day he left.
In Dai Ran's room, Ling Aojue found a bracelet, the bracelet that Ling Aojue personally gave to Wan'er, and Wan'er said she would never leave her even after she died.
When Ling Aojue saw this bracelet, he was stunned on the spot and held it tightly in his hand.
This bracelet was found next to Wan'er's bloody body. It was this bracelet and the birthmark on Wan'er that forced him to accept the fact that Wan'er was dead. This bracelet was used when he buried Wan'er with his own hands.
, placed next to Wan'er, why does it appear here now?
Ling Aojue's heart was filled with turmoil, especially when he recalled the people who had been taking care of him these past few days.
Waner!
Is it really Wan'er?
What happened back then? Did she really never die?
Ling Aojue grabbed the bracelet and ran out, looking up to the bamboo forest and shouting, "Wan'er, is it you? Is it really you? Come out? Why don't you dare to see me? After all these years, if you are
If you are not dead, why don't you show up? Do you know how much I miss you?"
Dai Ran deliberately left the bracelet in her room, and also left intentionally before knowing that Ling Aojue was leaving.
When she heard Ling Aojue's cry outside the bamboo forest, she knew that the plan was half successful. The master said that there was no rush now, and she had to add more fire, otherwise Ling Aojue would still find out.
And this fire is herself.
Dai Ran deliberately made some small noises outside. She knew that with Ling Aojue's hearing, she could certainly hear the sound. As expected, when Ling Aojue heard the little movement, he immediately shouted, "Wan'er!"
It flew towards her.
Dairan hurriedly dodged, but deliberately pretended that she couldn't dodge quickly enough. Everything she did was natural. This was the result of countless rehearsals.
"Wan'er!" Ling Aojue grabbed Dai Ran's arm. He used it with great force, almost crushing Dai Ran's hand bones. His eyes were burning with anger, but also a kind of lost and recovered feeling.
happy.
"Wan'er, is it you? Since you're not dead, why don't you come back?" Ling Aojue said and pulled the veil off Dairan's face. Although he was already sure in his heart, he still wanted to prove it and see clearly.
There is a tiny, almost invisible beauty mark on the left side of Wan'er's forehead.
When Dai Ran saw Ling Aojue trying to lift the veil from her face, she screamed in horror, pushed Ling Aojue away, and stepped back several steps, her eyes full of sadness and reluctance.
That look almost made Ling Aojue's heart twitch. He stepped forward and hugged the frightened person, "Wan'er, tell me? What happened? You really are not dead, why not
return?"
Dai Ran was imprisoned in Ling Aojue's arms and was still struggling. Until she felt his strength and care, a sneer rose in her heart. Then she leaned into his arms with tears streaming down her face and held on tightly.
It caught his collar.
"Wang, please let me go, I..." This was the first time in so many days that Dai Ran spoke. The voice and tone were exactly the same as Wan'er's, the voice that had appeared in Ling Aojue's ears countless times...