Wei Zi took a big sip of orange juice and finished telling what happened at the top of Liuyun Mountain.
Feng Weihuan's hand holding the glass cup turned white at the joints. She couldn't help but ask Wei Zi: "Is Nanming dead?"
Wei Zi shook his head and told the truth: "I don't know. Your elder brother's and my guess is that he has entered another dimension. Whether he is alive or dead, we have to go to that dimension to find out."
Feng Weihuan continued to ask: "Just now you said that the eldest brother was leaving the imperial capital, was this the reason for it?"
Wei Zi nodded: "This is one of them, and there is also the matter of the Chishui Tribe. If their power is not cleared away, the Yun Kingdom will never have peace."
Feng Weihuan nodded and fell into silence.
Wei Zi didn't know how to persuade her, or rather, there was no need to persuade her at all. Feng Weihuan had always been an independent woman.
Feng Weihuan spoke and confirmed to Wei Zi: "So, Nanming may not be dead, sister-in-law, is that what you mean, right?"
Wei Zi said "Yeah", before seeing the corpse, anything is possible, indeed.
Feng Weihuan suddenly breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and the hand holding the glass cup loosened.
She twitched the corner of her mouth and showed a smile that couldn't be said to be pretty. She tried to use a very relaxed tone, but it sounded strange: "Sister-in-law, I'm afraid I'm going to slap myself in the face for breaking my promise. I'm sorry, maybe I can't accompany you.
I have given birth to a child, and I want to go to Nanming with my eldest brother. I want to see the person when I am alive, and I want to see the body when I die. I have a relationship with him at least, and it must have a clear ending."
This answer was expected by Wei Zi, but it was unexpected by her - Yan Xiao in the previous life chose to give up her relationship with Nan Ming, but Feng Weihuan in this life chose to fall in love with Nan Ming.
fair enough.
Wei Zi couldn't help but soften her voice: "For Huan, have you thought everything through?"
Feng Weihuan nodded, with firmness in his eyes: "Well, I've thought about it clearly. If he dies, then I will try my best to forget him. If I can forget him, I will marry someone else. If I can't forget, this will be the case for the rest of my life.
No, I will live alone; if he is not dead, then I will marry him regardless of the future. Maybe one day I will regret it, so I will accept it."
"Sister-in-law, I know I can't let it go, and I don't want to pretend to let it go. That would make it even more uncomfortable."
Feng Weihuan's eyes were filled with mist, and Wei Zi's nose was also a little sore.
She said to Feng Weihuan: "For Huan, let my sister-in-law give you a hug."
Feng Weihuan stood up and walked to Wei Zi. Wei Zi stood up by pressing the armrest of the chair, then reached out and hugged the girl in front of her who made her feel distressed.
"You can do whatever you want, but do it with a clear conscience. In this world, there are more sorrows than joys. If you can have more joy, you will be lucky." Wei Zi said.
Feng Weihuan said: "Well. I had a lot of strange dreams in the past. When I thought about the past life with Nanming, I became entangled. Does he really like me, or can he not let go of his past life obsession? Over time, I became confused.
It has become my own inner demon."
"It wasn't until he left the imperial capital that I finally understood: Emotional matters have always been a gamble. I will lose or win, but I have to make a bet. If I do nothing, no matter whether I lose or win, everything will be the same.
I have nothing to do with it.”
"I like Nanming, I want to make this bet, I want to be with him." If he is still alive.
Feng Weihuan's tear fell unexpectedly from his cheek.
