Luan Luo's anxious voice suddenly came from the distance, which made Tang Wan'er dazed for a moment, but she couldn't hear clearly at all.
Seeing this situation, Luan Luo hurriedly supported Tang Wan'er, and then helped her go back to her room to rest.
For Tang Wan'er, it was more than just physical pain.
But the ancient carols are dissipating and singing.
She fell into a coma.
A mysterious picture suddenly appeared in his mind.
The man appearing in the picture only has a broad back, and that back seems to have never been seen before.
But why does this person appear?
He stood on the cliff facing the wind, with his hairband fluttering and his clothes flowing. He held a sword in his hand.
He relied on that sword to fight to the end of the world.
[You said that you hope to see me stand on top of everyone one day. Because I was so high-spirited back then, and I only wanted to fight against injustice, and wanted to make my way in the world to make people remember that there was such a knight... but in the end I even caught you.
Can’t live.]
Who is it?
Who is saying these sad words?
Then, Tang Wan'er watched him pick beautiful flowers every day. The flowers she couldn't name had a light purple color. The mist-like purple looked like a touch of light on a watercolor painting.
Fresh flowers are placed in an empty room every day. There is a vase with flowers on the table in the room.
[It has been ten months since you left. I should go back and live my own life instead of coming here to remember our past. But why did you leave without saying anything? To you, I
Is it dispensable?】
Tang Wan'er finally saw the man's face clearly. It was an ugly face with tears. In fact, the man's face was not ugly. It was just because of his nose and tears that he cried so miserably that people couldn't help but feel sad.
mercy.
Tang Wan'er knew that the man could not forget someone and would still shed tears even when someone had left.
She thought, maybe it wasn't that she didn't say anything, but that she couldn't say it anymore.
Could it be that separation between life and death can cause such sad and profound pain?
Is it death that separates two people who love each other?
When the man was secretly feeling sad, the door of the wooden house creaked, and someone pushed the door open and came in. A white light shone like a light of salvation.
The man suddenly stopped crying and stood up straight away. When he heard the door opening, he hurriedly ran over and then tripped himself. He looked so embarrassed that even he made himself laugh.
It was this kind of clumsiness, different from usual clumsiness, that showed the man's panic.
Joy and anxiety appeared alternately on his face, and hope and despair followed him.
Is it you? Is it you? Is it you who comes to me?
Still holding on to the last glimmer of hope.
The man who fell to the ground struggled to stand up.
At this time, he no longer cared about his image.
He hopes that behind that door is the person he has longed for.
He hoped that even if it was hallucination, he hoped that this would happen.
However, he stopped and his smile suddenly froze.
[village owner, it’s time to set off. If this continues, the owner’s body will collapse... Villa owner...]
The sweet dream was shattered in this sentence.
[Get out! Get out! I don’t want to see your face! If it weren’t for you! If it weren’t for you... How could Wanrong do this! It’s all you...]