No, how could she fall asleep after drinking it when she had wasted so much effort?
She gambled all her wine on it!
"Hongxian Jun, why did the emperor change?" She quickly seized the time and asked how Hua Xi was doing?
"Ah..." Hongxian said lazily, his cheeks flushed after drinking wine, enchanting and charming, his eyes narrowed like a cat, "Because Hua Xi is dead..."
The voice choked, like a broken cry, floating in the wind.
Hua Xi was startled and turned around, just in time to see her closing her eyes and the tears that she had no time to hold back, falling rapidly.
She looked so miserable.
"Hongxianjun..." Hua Xi wanted to stand up and comfort her a few words, but after drinking, her body was a little out of control and her feet slipped. Because she was standing on the steps, her body tilted and she fell down.
The dizzying thought didn't come to her mind, but there was a hand behind her holding her steady.
"Be careful." Such a voice was unexpectedly calm, like a ray of moonlight quietly shining into my heart.
In the dark night, his robe danced slightly, casting a shadow on the ground.
Hua Xi raised her head and saw that his face was as sinking as water, and his purple eyes were so deep and silent that he couldn't see to the bottom.
She was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Hongxian Jun, and found that Yueshen Wu Jinghong was already beside her, and for some reason, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"Let's go." Chong Xi hugged her and walked down the stairs step by step.
Hua Xi's steps staggered a bit, and with his support, she also staggered.
Chongxi bent down and wanted to pick her up.
"No need." Hua Xi, drunk but still somewhat clear-headed, rejected his kindness.
I just feel that this is not a good thing in the divine world.
Chong Xi didn't force her, but still helped her walk.
"Xixi, Hua Xi I often dream about, she..." Hua Xi lowered her head and looked at her swaying skirt, her eyes a little confused, "She must be my previous life."
"Yeah." Chong Xi's voice was light and waveless.
Hua Xi smiled in a low voice, "It's such a strange feeling. I met Chen Xiangmeng and dreamed of Hua Xi. They are both my past lives. I seem to have been looking at my past self."
Chong Xi didn't answer. His steps were steady, and every step he took was leisurely.
Her drunken steps were messy, but she didn't mess him up.
He is so clear and his steps are firm, as if he always knows what he should and shouldn't do.
"Hua Xi died, but you didn't accept her wishes. Isn't it a pity?" Hua Xi murmured.
Chong Xi said nothing. Only he knew whether he was too sorry or not.
In the entire Jiuzhongtian, no one can understand him.
Hua Xi suddenly straightened up, stood unsteadily, shook his head, and still felt that there were many faces in front of him.
She stood on tiptoes, raised her hands to hold his face, swayed slightly, and fell into his arms, but she still looked up at him.
"Chong Xi, you mistook me for Hua Xi, you are wrong..." His tongue was a little big, but he could speak completely, "I tell you, I have nothing to do with them in this life! I don't want to accept other people's words.
I don’t want to change myself, I am who I am, don’t think of me as them..."
She was drunk and had no weight on her hands, so she rubbed his face until it was deformed.
