Xi Lanting's fingers traced Yun Qiao's appearance in detail, her eyes filled with tenderness.
Western medicine took effect and his pain was relieved or numbed.
He can move and speak freely again.
Yun Qiao sat in his arms with her feet on the sofa, still feeling worried in her heart.
Xi Lanting said some strange things.
"Uncle Qi, did you know me before?" Yun Qiao suddenly asked, "Or do you remember me in the previous life?"
Xi Lanting was silent.
"Really?" she asked, with a bit of panic and anxiety in her expression.
Xi Lanting didn't quite understand: "What's wrong?"
"I'm very scared." She gently buried her head on his chest, "I like you so much that I love you to the core of my being. I would cry without you.
But if you don’t like me and just regard me as someone’s shadow or someone’s reincarnation, I will be very sad. Uncle Qi, do you like me?”
After she asked, she felt a little regretful.
She also knows that she is hypocritical.
However, Xi Lanting did not hesitate: "I like it very much."
"If you are really looking for someone's reincarnation, then please love me more, okay? This me, the current me." Yun Qiao said, "I don't want to be anyone's reincarnation, and I don't want to be anyone's shadow.
I am Yun Qiao, my grandmother’s Yun Qiao, and also yours.”
"Okay, you are my Yun Qiao, not someone else's shadow." Xi Lanting tightened her arms, "You are just you, a little greedy, with half a bucket of water in your skills, excellent memory but love to show off, I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I am tired of crying
Yunqiao, who refuses to give up even half a day, is beautiful, smart and hard-working."
Yun Qiao hugged his neck and buried her head on the side of his neck: "Uncle Qi."
"Be good, I know you are very good, and I like you like this, Yun Qiao." His voice was soft, soothing her.
Yun Qiao's eyes were dull, but she couldn't help but smile: "Uncle Qi, you are talking to me about love."
"This is what a girlfriend should do. From now on, I will try my best to speak love words to you, and I will not scold you." He said, "If what I say is not pleasant to your ears, please remind me."
"good."
"Yun Qiao..."
"Um?"
"I want to call you. You are still in my arms, as if I had a dream." He said.
Yun Qiao was very tired. She leaned on Xi Lanting and fell asleep.
It's cool and comfortable.
The smell of hollyhocks lingers in the room, which is a bit unpleasant. Such a beautiful flower has its flaws.
Not like Yun Qiao.
Endless Flower has no flaws, she will always be the most beautiful one, flawless and in line with everyone's aesthetics.
"The Prophecy of the Endless Flower" is a terrible legend, and Xi Lanting is about to witness it again.
Xi Lanting picked her up, changed her pajamas, and wiped off the makeup on her face.
He went to take a bath by himself.
Yun Qiao was in a daze and had another dream.
She dreamed that the mountains and fields were covered with hollyhocks, which were blooming beautifully. She and Xi Lanting were walking among them hand in hand, and the sky was cloudless.
"Joer." He called her in a low voice.
"Bold, you are not allowed to call me that." she said.
"Qiaoer." There was a smile in his voice, "Qiaoer."
"You're doing it." She pretended to be serious, but when she turned around, she threw herself into his arms, "I want to get married to you, and I want to give you a child. Lan Ting, you are allowed to do it."
She was pressed by him into the sea of flowers.
However, the sky suddenly changed, thunder and lightning rolled, and the sky was filled with fire. The fire from the sky burned the earth inch by inch, and the land was cracking. Xi Lanting was at the end of the fire.
Yun Qiao wanted to call him, but couldn't make a sound.
She tried her best to shout: "Lanting!"
She woke up with a start.
The word "Lanting" on her lips was not the familiar Mandarin Chinese, but more like two inexplicable notes. But she knew that it was "Lanting".
Xi Lanting opened the door and walked in wearing pajamas.
"Did you call me?" he asked.
Yun Qiao stared at him steadily and called tentatively: "Lanting?"
She said these two words easily using the notes in her dream.
Xi Lanting stood there, motionless, as if frozen.
His expression changed several times, revealing his long, white fingers, which were suddenly covered with scales.