The past is like the wind that lingers for a long time. It is vivid in the eyes and the sound is heard in the ears.
Tears blurred the face under the mask at some point, and the pain was so heartbreaking that it was difficult to control it.
She bit her lip stubbornly, clenching her hands tightly, her joints turning white, but she tried hard not to cry.
"You must hate me so much."
"I clearly promised you that I would wait for you in China and take good care of Zhiyuan."
"I will go to Kyoto to visit my parents, and return to Momoyama Village to visit my grandparents' graves."
"I......"
Tears fell like rain, and I couldn't stop crying.
She stretched out her hands with difficulty, tremblingly touching the black mask covering her face, the demon saint tortoise shell that had long been integrated with her soul and deeply rooted in her flesh and blood.
Feeling powerless and full of resentment.
"Duan Ziqian..."
She smiled sadly, her eyes showing hatred, and murderous intent surrounded her, growing stronger and stronger.
But soon, she calmed down.
She regained her aura and returned to being the arrogant and proud Wen Dian masked woman.
"Whoosh."
The cool breeze swept across, awakening the sleepy Kunlun disciples guarding the courtyard.
In vain they stood upright and looked at each other.
"That's weird. Where does the cold wind come from at noon?"
Someone asked blankly and said nervously: "No, isn't something unclean coming in?"
"boom."
The leading guard disciple raised his leg and kicked it, and said angrily: "This is the residence of the leader, and there are thirteen spiritual talismans buried underground."
"Every path contains a full-strength blow from the semi-immortal realm. Tell me what kind of monsters dare to come here?"
"If you speak without restraint, I will punish you by keeping vigil tonight."
The timid young disciple blushed and stammered: "I, I just said it casually."
Seeing that the leading disciple still wanted to take action, he hurriedly backed away, bent down and said weakly: "Okay, okay, I will keep vigil tonight, brothers, please feel free to rest."
"What, I'm going to buy lunch, the best barbecued pork rice restaurant on South Street."
"Hey......"
With a dry laugh, San San ran to the garage as if running for his life, and drove away in a van reserved for guard disciples.
In the living room, the masked goddess stood in front of the sofa in a daze, her eyes dim and soulless.
Doors and windows are clean and spotless.
Obviously, someone comes here often to clean it.
The layout of the villa is the same as before, and not a single item has been moved.
There are car keys on the shoe cabinet, slippers on the stairs, and artificial flowers in the corner.
On the coffee table, there is also a high bridge built with more than a dozen cans of Wangzai milk when Xiao Zhiyuan came to the villa for the last time.
It makes me sad, and all the good memories seem like they were just yesterday.
She walked around in a daze, looking, turning, and thinking.
The tear stains are not yet dry, but new ones have appeared.
"From today on, you must call me master in front of outsiders."
"There are differences between men and women. I don't want people to gossip about it and ruin the reputation of my young master of Kunlun."
"Your room is on the second floor, pick any one."
"If you're hungry, think of something yourself. If you can't, drink more water."
Cold words, even with a hint of disdain.
Those were what she said to him on the day he first came to Kyoto.
For Su Tongyuan's sake, she made an exception and allowed a strange man with whom she had nothing to do to live in the villa.
I feel disgusted and feel uncomfortable everywhere, but I still pretend to be calm.
But she never dreamed that the bumpkin she brought from Taoshan Village would be her destined man.
Beside the Three Lives Stone, fate is implicated.
Hand in hand for a lifetime, no regrets.
She thought it would last a lifetime, and she thought the future would be as happy as she expected.
