Luo Ying in her sleep forgot all the pain and heartache, but was completely immersed in that boundless darkness. She has been here for several years. She has not done anything she has shouldered, no matter how she protects time and space.
, or to protect love, she is destined to be a loser.
At this moment, she wished she had never set foot here before, so she would not meet these people who care about and care about herself, nor would she let them all fall into danger.
Everything is because of herself. Because of her appearance, the originally scheduled process was completely disrupted. Nothing else is on the track. But is she going to accept her fate like this? Why should she accept her fate?
Why should she let this so-called fate defeat herself? She is unwilling to give up.
But when he thought of Dongfang Mo who died under his command, his originally excited heart fell silent in an instant. All the strength in his body seemed to have been drained, leaving only tears falling on his face, and he could not erase it.
"Ying'er, Ying'er, Ying'er." Just as Luo Ying's thoughts were in a state of chaos, gentle calls came, who was this, who was in her dream, who was calling her.
"I'm calling you, Ying'er, don't bear all the pressure on yourself. We will feel distressed. No matter what you are going to face, we will be by your side and face it with you."
The gentle voice gradually approached, and it was not until it appeared in front of Luo Ying that the voice dissipated faintly. Luo Ying held up and looked around, wanting to find the sound that had always warmed her in her memory, but she didn't find it.
turn up.
"Who are you, where are you, why don't you come out to see me? Are you Brother Dongfang?" She didn't know who the voice came from, but the only thing she thought of was him.
The owner of the voice finally slowly appeared in front of Luo Ying. Although the surroundings were still as dark as before and could not see her five fingers, she still saw clearly the person in front of her.
"Brother Dongfang, you are not dead, it's really great, great." He had hurt himself before, but she knew that he was just implicating her with others, and he loved him from beginning to end.
.
Dongfang Mo's face was filled with a smile of warm sunshine and spring, and the breath was like the grass in March, so clean and fresh. At this moment, Dongfang Mo was the person Luo Ying knew, the person who was always gentle and elegant.
"Silly girl, it doesn't matter whether I die or not. In fact, I'm very glad that I died in your hands, so that you can remember me for the rest of your life. This feeling is so good." Dongfang Mo rubbed Luo Ying's hair
, said with a smile, without any unhappiness in his eyes, but endless tenderness.
Luo Ying was stunned, all the memories were regained again. She clearly saw that the Dongfang Moyan she had beaten with the red chain disappeared, and even the Yuanling was dissipated, and tears slipped down the corners of her eyes again.
"I'm sorry, sorry, Brother Dongfang, I really don't want to do that, I really don't want to, I'm sorry." He held his head helplessly, squatted on the ground, and said in pain. At this moment, Luo Ying was once again in the previous scene.
If you catch it, you can't get out of it no matter how hard you get it.
Dongfang Mo gently took Luo Ying's hands holding her head, letting her look straight in her eyes: "Ying'er, you are the person I want to protect the most, and also the person I am the most important, so you can die in your hands.