He couldn't speak and wanted to ask Chongxi, but Chongxi didn't look at him either, so he couldn't.
He followed Chong Xi's steps, pushed open a lighted room and walked in.
The room is elegantly decorated, with precious porcelain and antiques on display. There is no gold or silver decoration, showing a low-key luxury.
Passing around the embroidered screen, I saw a bed with white gauze curtains hanging, and there was even a vague figure lying there.
The moment he saw that, Xing Luo felt as if his heart had been hit hard by something.
That outline can be seen clearly even through the gauze curtain.
Hua Xi...
Chong Xi seemed to notice it, as his steps suddenly stopped and he never took a step forward again.
Xinghui rushed forward, and as if to verify the pain in his heart, he opened the gauze curtain.
The pillar was shaken violently by him, as if it was about to collapse.
Xingzhui suddenly knelt down, threw himself on the quilt and cried loudly.
He touched Hua Xi's cold hand.
Why is this happening? Why?
He turned back to look at Chong Xi and found that he was still standing there, not getting closer, but the look he was looking at was so hollow that it seemed as if the whole world had collapsed.
Xingzhui really wanted to ask him why he was like this, but he couldn't.
Chong Xi always looked at the person on the bed like that, not getting closer, and his expression didn't reveal anything, making it impossible to see through his inner thoughts.
He raised his hand slightly, and there was starlight flowing on his fingertips. Countless tiny starlights leaped out, slowly passed through the air, and circulated around Hua Xi's body.
Xingzhui hurriedly went to see Hua Xi. Did the emperor want to save her?
But……
The art of summoning souls, the art of summoning souls that only the emperor knows in this world... can no longer be used!
Xinghui turned around and knelt down, shook his head at Chongxi, and then made a few gestures.
Chong Xi just stared at Hua Xi without looking at him, but she knew what he wanted to say.
"Yes, I can't save her, interfere with her fate, or reverse her life or death..." Chong Xi murmured, "Xingzhui, tell me, did I do the right thing or the wrong thing?"
Xing Luo shook his head, and the tears flowing from his eyes turned out to be tiny stars one by one.
"I'm obviously used to it. I've watched her live and die many times over the past nine thousand years. Why is she so sad this time..." Something was slowly breaking in the purple eyes.
Chong Xi walked over step by step, and Xing Zhui moved to the side, letting him sit next to Hua Xi.
He held her cold hand and suddenly tilted his head and smiled: "I thought asking the red thread to give us a lifelong marriage was really possible, but now I realize that fate really cannot be changed."
Water mist gradually gathered in his eyes, making the shimmering purple become hazy and unreal.
"After countless reincarnations, there is no marriage. I cut off the relationship with my own hands. This is retribution." He looked at Hua Xi's pale and cold face, "Hua Xi, at that moment, you must have hated me in your heart."
He muttered to himself and was ignored.
Chong Xi finally stood up, let go of Hua Xi's hand, walked out step by step, opened the door, and the cold night wind blew mercilessly against his body.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the low clouds seemed like a violent storm was about to fall!
He raised his head, and a flash of lightning suddenly illuminated his face, and then heavy rain poured down.
