After everything was done, she turned back and prepared to go out, but there seemed to be an invisible force pulling her behind her.
After struggling for a long time, Yan Buhuan turned around as if possessed by a demon.
Among the many shelves, she found exactly the box from five years ago.
With all kinds of strange moods, Yan Buhuan randomly pulled out a piece. Perhaps it was God's will or destiny, she just happened to pull out a letter written by Jiao Li to Xuanyuan Mu. The box was divided into left and right sides.
, the one on the left should belong to Xuanyuan Mu, and she happened to choose the one on the right.
The yellowed paper page was opened, and an unknown past was also turned over.
——Mu, why do I miss this feeling?
The handwriting on the paper was a bit poor and the pages were wrinkled. When she opened it just now, she smelled a faint aroma of wine.
This was written by a man after drinking.
Yan Buhuan was startled and quickly found Xuanyuan Mu's receipt.
——Because you feel guilty and feel you owe that girl.
——I killed Yu Buhuan, you hurt her, and we will not owe each other anything in the future.
boom……
Yan Buhuan almost lost his footing.
She tried hard to recall the scene that day. There was no daylight in Tianji Palace all year round, and everything was illuminated by candles. At that time, she was so painful that she almost suffocated. The violent fetal movement made her unable to think about anything. She just wanted to see Jiao Li as soon as possible.
After that, there was that cruel conversation.
Give up your mother and protect your son.
After so many years, her heart still hurts whenever she thinks of those heartless words.
His eyes were fixed on the last sentence.
——We don’t owe each other anything.
It's so good that we don't owe each other anything! We all use her life to make up for it.
Yan Buhuan took a deep breath and took the letter back. A raging fire ignited in his heart, wishing to burn everything here clean.
Xuanyuan Mu, Jiao Li, you are very good friends. Each of you hurt her once, and in the end they owe each other nothing. What about her? Who will be responsible for the suffering she suffered?
What's more, what he said was the same as what he sang.
Clench your fists and hit the shelf hard.
Unexpectedly, the punch was so powerful that it actually knocked down a box on the top shelf. With a crash, letters came flooding in.
Yan Buhuan stood up in the dust, looked at the snow-like raft, and was speechless, unable to say a word.
While there was still some time, I hurriedly knelt down to clean up.
The paper in this box is darker and older than the ones in the previous box. It must have been from a long time ago.
As she was packing, she took a glance.
The immature notes slowed down her movements.
What's in this box is actually Xuanyuan Mu and Jiao Li when they were young.
Before that, Jiao Li and Xuanyuan Mu had been living in the cold palace. When they learned that there was another person living in their bodies, the two began to exchange letters. At first they didn't understand anything and could only draw pictures for each other.
Xuanyuan Mu drew a circle, and Jiao Li drew a square.
Perhaps because of studying, handwriting began to appear at the back. Although the writing was ugly, it was vaguely distinguishable.
——I’m having a bad day today, a little bit uncomfortable.
——What xx?
Yan Buhuan seemed to see two children who knew nothing communicating with each other in words that only they two could understand.
What follows is almost all text. This should be Xuanyuan Mu using his free time to write what he learned during the day to Jiao Li.
——My name is Xuanyuan Mu, what is your name?
Finally there was a letter without xx, and Yan Buhuan was overjoyed.
——I have no name.
——You can’t have a name. Find one in the book.
——My name is Jiao.
——Why not a dragon?
——Dragon can see the light, but the dragon cannot see the light and will always live in darkness.
