Xiao Chengyi helped Mu Yun'an up, and the two of them walked to her side and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Shen Wanyue looked at him with pleading eyes and asked: "Can you... hug me?"
Xiao Chengyi frowned, but unexpectedly, Mu Yunan on the side stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve and said: "Brother Yi, just promise her."
Xiao Chengyi glanced at her, then crouched down and looked at Shen Wanyue lying on the ground and said: "If I hug you, will you be free? Do people like you know what contentment means?"
Shen Wanyue's eyes were blood red. She looked at Xiao Chengyi with blurred vision and asked, "Are you afraid of dirtying your hands?"
"No."
Xiao Chengyi said: "I only hold my Yan Yan with my hands, I don't want to touch other women."
When Shen Wanyue heard this, her heart completely died.
She was about to die, but Xiao Chengyi refused to even give her a hug, and she wasted two lives for this heartless man. Is it worth it?
Did God really give her the opportunity to reincarnate and resurrect her from the dead just to let her get what she lost?
No, it's to tell her that even if she has the upper hand and whatever opportunities she has, what doesn't belong to her will never belong to her.
Not even extravagant hopes.
Until now, she finally woke up from her dream.
It turns out that it is really stupid to be obsessed with a man who does not belong to you at all.
Shen Wanyue raised her head with difficulty to look at Mu Yun'an who was standing there. Her white hair was so eye-catching in the backlight. She asked curiously: "How did you do your... hair?"
She had wanted to ask her this question for a long time.
Mu Yun'an touched his white hair and said: "When I was in southern Xinjiang, I saw Brother Yi die in front of me. I was so sad for a while that my head turned gray in an instant."
Shen Wanyue was stunned when she heard this. She had also seen Xiao Chengyi die in front of her, but she did not turn gray in an instant like Mu Yun'an.
She once heard that when love reaches the point of death, black hair turns into snow. How deep the love must be to make a person's black hair turn into snow in an instant.
Shen Wanyue suddenly realized at this moment that her love for Xiao Chengyi had never been as good as Mu Yun'an's.
The deep affection she thinks she has can’t even move herself, so how can she move others?
Everything she experienced was just a joke after all.
Shen Wanyue looked at Xiao Chengyi and Mu Yun'an with empty eyes. She smiled slightly, moved the corners of her lips, and then slowly closed her eyes.
Seeing the smile on Shen Wanyue's lips, Mu Yun'an asked with some uncertainty: "She won't come back again, will she?"
"Won't."
Xiao Chengyi answered affirmatively, saying: "Her obsession is gone."
Mu Yun'an was a little surprised: "How did you know?"
Xiao Chengyi looked at her and said, "Because, before she died, she said she wished us happiness."
Mu Yun'an widened his eyes and asked suspiciously: "Really?"
Xiao Chengyi reached out and hugged her: "Why are you lying to me? Don't you know that one thought can become a devil or a thought can become a Buddha? Obsession is the same thing. She thought about it on her own, and the obsession will naturally dissipate."
Mu Yun'an also hopes that Shen Wanyue's obsession has really dissipated. Otherwise, if she is resurrected again, she will collapse.
She didn't want to experience such a thrill again.
Just as he was thinking about it, a group of people suddenly gathered around him, and then he heard shouts and screams, and a group of people knelt around them. They were the 108 people they had saved before.