Feng Weihuan fell into a deep sleep in the warm spring-like room.
Drowsily, she felt a chill. When she looked up, she saw thin snowflakes falling one after another.
Snowing?
Looking closer, she was standing in that unfamiliar courtyard again.
She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something. Her whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, and she shivered violently from the cold.
That woman——
Feng Weihuan rushed over and pushed open the door.
On the bed, the woman held a dagger in her hand, and the other end of the dagger had penetrated into the flesh, and her chest was red.
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"
Feng Weihuan screamed in shock, turned around and ran out to call someone.
When she saw the woman's maid, she shouted anxiously: "Something has happened to your master, go and call the doctor!"
But the little maid ignored it and continued walking forward.
Feng Weihuan chased after her and saw several men who looked like guards walking by the lake. She quickly stopped them: "Go call the doctor, someone is injured!"
The men didn't even raise their heads.
She stood by the lake, with the wind and snow blowing against her face. She was cold all over, but she already understood: she had nothing to do with all this, and she could do nothing except watch helplessly.
There is a cold air and mist on the lake. Looking from a distance, you can vaguely see the bright lights on the opposite side, and you can also hear the festive sound of silk and bamboo.
That's another world.
Feng Weihuan stood for a while, then resolutely turned around and ran back.
Even if nothing can be done, even if the woman cannot feel her presence, at least he can still accompany her to make her less lonely.
As I ran all the way, I felt something vaguely strange around me.
In such a cold weather, why do cats, dogs, and even mice escape?
When she returned to the courtyard again, she was shocked to see the woman who was originally on the bed, holding her chest and standing against the door.
Blood seeped out from between the woman's fingers, and her body was shaking.
But the corners of her mouth raised, and a relieved smile appeared on her painful face.
Somehow, Feng Weihuan's heart ached when he saw the face of the woman opposite him that was exactly the same as his, and the smile on her face.
A sudden thought came to my mind:
Could this be her previous life?
but--
Not to mention that she doesn’t believe in three lives and three reincarnations. Even if she does, wouldn’t she have to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup after crossing the Naihe Bridge on the Huangquan Road to wipe out the past and reincarnate cleanly?
How could she still have memories of her past life?
Frowning in deep thought, Feng Weihuan noticed that the movement around him was getting louder and louder.
The cats, dogs, and mice are all here...
My heart skipped a beat.
She has seen this scene before!
At that time, her sister-in-law played an ancient tune, and all kinds of animals came from all directions.
There are also several huge snow lions...
"Ouch——"
After a roar, the snow-white lion came out of the wind and snow.
Feng Weihuan froze on the spot, shocked.
The snow lion bent down in front of the woman, and the woman stroked its mane, climbed onto its back with difficulty, and lay on top of it.
The snow lion flew away with the woman.
Feng Weihuan couldn't help but chase after him.
She saw the little maid's pale face, and the guards stepped forward to stop her, but were driven back by another snow lion roaring.
The other side of the lake finally noticed movement.
A group of people came running holding torches.
In the mist, Feng Weihuan vaguely saw the person at the front wearing a red robe and having a tall and tall figure.
Although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, Feng Weihuan felt familiar somehow.
"Yanxiao!"
The cold air suddenly shook, and the man's hoarse roar came from far away.
Feng Weihuan's hair stood on end, thinking he had heard wrongly.
