Maybe it was because the yin energy was too strong, which made him feel uncomfortable. He reached out and held An Luoluo's hand to calm her down.
"This wing is specially prepared for the two of you. Please come in." Xiao Cui opened the door and let them in.
"Mr. Situ, Mrs. Situ, you go in first and take a rest. The servants will bring food to the room soon. I have something to do, so I won't disturb you for the time being." Xianyou said and left.
Xiaocui closed the door for them and left.
This was a guest room decorated in an antique style, with quiet sandalwood burning on the shore. After entering, they felt that they were in ancient times.
"Of course, have you ever felt that this place seems weird, but you can't tell." An Luoluo sat down at the table, opened the teapot and looked inside. No problem was found, so he poured two cups of tea.
After coming out, I have been here in the underworld for so long without even a drop of water. I am really thirsty.
"It's really weird here. Although it's full of laughter, people don't feel happy, only sad." Situ Ran said with a frown.
"Yes, that's it. When I first came in, I suddenly had the urge to cry. What's going on?" The more An Luoluo thought about it, the more something was wrong. She was not someone who shed tears easily, even when she met
When I'm frustrated, I don't shed tears easily, but now, the tears seem to be about to burst out of my eyes.
"Luoluo, don't cry, don't think about sad things, think about happy things." Situ Ran found that she was about to cry, and immediately put his arms around her and said with some worry.
"I can't control it. I don't know why. I feel very sad..." Suddenly, it flashed in her mind that she stabbed Situ Ran's body with a sword. The blood seemed to dye the air red, and she couldn't help but tremble.
In one breath, he shouted subconsciously, "Don't..."
"Luoluo, how are you?" Oh no, her eyes became confused, Situ Ran put his hands on her shoulders and shook her.
"Don't... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... I'm sorry..." With the broken voice, the tears gathered in An Luoluo's eyes continued to fall from his eyes like broken pearls, and the picture in his mind once again
Switching to a familiar scene, she saw Jimo Xueling who had been crippled. His eyes were filled with sadness. He wanted to be free, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of fate. She wanted to save him, but was powerless. She hated being incompetent.
She hated herself for not being able to save him. Anger and sadness were constantly pounding in her body, and her tears flowed more fiercely.
"Luoluo, wake up. Those things are in the past. Don't think about it anymore. Wake up." Seeing her like this, Stuart knew what she was thinking about now without asking, but she seemed to be possessed.
As if lost, immersed in painful and sad memories, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but was shocked to find that the tears left in her eyes disappeared in mid-air.
"Brother... I'm sorry... Brother... I can't save you... Wu... I hurt you... Brother... Wu... don't go... don't leave me... Brother..." Jimo Xueling complained sadly
The sad face gradually disappeared in her mind. She shouted his name loudly and tried hard to grab him, but in vain, she could only hold a palm of the air.
