For some reason, after seeing this silent scene, Yan Buhuan felt that if someone could look at her like Yan Xitong when she was sleeping...
She shook her head vigorously, what was she thinking?
At this time, Yan Xitong spoke.
"Short, actually I didn't want to come here. It was a difficult journey over the mountains and ridges from where I was to here. Needless to say, there was no place to take a shower."
"..." Yan Buhuan automatically blocked this sentence.
"But the fourth brother said he missed you very much and asked me to come over. You must want to know why he didn't come over in person, right?" At this point, Yan Xitong was like a child who had done something wrong: "It's all my fault. In the beginning,
When you were about to return with Xia Yan, I asked Fourth Brother to give me the Dzi Bead in your body, and Fourth Brother went against the will of God again... Now you can't come out at all during the day, otherwise you will lose your soul again."
The person in the coffin remained motionless, and Yan Xitong sighed: "Fourth brother also said that if your body is not broken, I'm afraid your soul will never be reincarnated. It's not that I don't want you to be reincarnated... I just... just want to save you."
"After death, you have to cross Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po soup. What if you really reincarnate and forget me?"
The love was so deep that I couldn't help myself. The seven-foot-tall man squatted on the ground as awkwardly as a child. Yan Buhuan felt very uncomfortable watching.
Yan Xitong suddenly stood up and leaned over to push open the coffin lid.
Then he took the person inside out. Yan Buhuan couldn't believe his eyes. Although he didn't know how long this person had been dead, judging from the time, Xia Yan... wasn't he the emperor of Xia Kingdom two hundred years ago?
This woman who has been dead for more than two hundred years actually looks like a living person.
Yan Xitong hugged her, his lips pressed tightly against her cheek, and their silhouettes were reflected in the crystal coffin. They were a perfect match.
But at this moment, a puzzling scene occurred to the woman hugged by Yan Xitong.
She seemed to have turned into porcelain, cracking bit by bit, first from the feet, then the legs, then the waist...
Yan Buhuan was so shocked that he could not speak.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed it was true.
Yan Xitong hugged her silently. The woman turned into a pile of crystal powder in his arms, and he still maintained the hugging posture.
There was obviously no wind, but the powder floated gently, hovering around Yan Xitong, and then floated to the Imperial Tomb aside. Yan Xitong watched silently until the powder dispersed.
"Ah——" In the complete silence, Yan Xitong looked up to the sky and roared, as if he wanted to pour out all the unwillingness accumulated in his chest.
Yan Buhuan covered his sore ears and struggled to look at him.
Yan Xitong's expression was as painful as if he had died, so ferocious, so helpless, and so heartbreaking.
After roaring, he collapsed on the ground, his shoulders twitching in pain.
He was sobbing silently.
Yan Buhuan quietly retreated and got out of the cave.
…
Three days later, Yan Buhuan saw the sun again, and the familiar scent of the earth made her suddenly enlightened. On the other hand, Yan Xitong was not so carefree, and he had always had a gloomy face.
"You helped me, I won't treat you badly. If you need anything in the future, just come to me." Yan Xitong was as arrogant as ever.
Yan Buhuan frowned: "How can I find you?"
Yan Xitong suddenly whistled to the sky, and after a while, an eagle swooped down and stood majestically on his shoulder.
