Zibei was silent, and the light and shadow kept lingering in front of her clothes, lining her like an elf from another world.

"Do you hate him?"

"Don't hate. She replied firmly.

"So, would you like to see him?"

Zibei shook her head, equally resolute.

In this way, he is afraid that he will not be able to reincarnate with peace of mind. Luo Ying's tone became worried, and she exaggerated it slightly, she hoped that this would rekindle her feelings for him.

"Why?"

"Because, he feels sorry for you, and there is no way to eliminate the regrets of this life!"

"It's nothing, after drinking Meng Po soup, everything from the past will be gone. The woman smiled reluctantly, as if she had already done it.

"It's not that simple! Your entanglement can't be solved with a bowl of Meng Po soup, Meng Po soup does have the magic power to make memories disappear, but your feelings still exist in the depths of your soul, do you dare to say that you have completely gotten rid of it? When you meet him again, do you dare to ensure that you will not fall into entanglement again?"

"Don't say such alarmist words, I don't hate him, maybe a lot of things, you don't understand at all. Zibei's cheekbones showed a pink anger, which was a sign of disapproval.

Luo Ying raised her eyebrows, this girl was indeed admired by her, and she died at the hands of her beloved, but she had no complaints.

"Can you tell me about it?"

After a long time, she muttered: "I died in my own hands, Lu Yi, he never wanted to harm me." ”

"I always blamed me for loving him so humbly, that when he received two packages from Japan and reacted very strongly, I finally couldn't suppress my curiosity and searched for them all, and I did regret that I had read those things. ”

"It's a letterbox, and there's a call log, right?"

The woman nodded, her face still gloomy, and she glanced at the empty table, which was covered with the shadow of the sun shining through the window lattice, and connected to the placket of her chest, intermittent and inseparable. She jumped to her feet, as if a snowflake was drifting in the wind, and then she brought a pot of tea.

The cyan teapot is filled with a soft white glaze.

"Let's have some hot tea!" she seemed willing to continue talking.

"I saw his panic, his timidity and uneasiness, and his appearance, pretending to be indifferent in front of me, but my heart hurt more than a knife. Am I never going to be able to enter his world? I was not reconciled, so I kept it from him and sent a letter to the man. ”

"What did you say?Did the man reply to you?" Luo Ying seemed to see a different plot. It turned out that all she saw was just Lu Yi's memory, and the truth was different.

"Of course, later, we communicated for a long time. However, the content of the letter does not matter anymore, and I am not going to say it to anyone. Her eyes were lonely, matching the shadows on the table.

"Hmm. Luoying lowered her head, took a sip of hot tea, and signaled that she was listening carefully.

After that, the person who had been communicating with Xiao Yi with his email on the computer was not Ishida. Ishida had arrived in China shortly after Xiao Yi received the package, and he was ready to die together!" Zibei's chest heaved and her breath was short, and it was clear that the memory still made her uneasy.

"Then why, you were the last person he wanted to kill?"

"Because, the person who sent the anonymous email is me. ”

Ah! Luo Ying finally came to his senses, it turned out that Zibei had already known everything about him.

The teacup in his hand has been cold and thorough, and there is no longer a trace of heat, and at the end of the sentence, it is like an opera that has ended, leaving only silence in the audience.

Luo Ying looked at her pale face as white as snow in a daze, her thoughts were extremely confused, and she couldn't say a word, only the sound of breathing, and she was still spinning between the two.

"Then I approached Ishida and succeeded in convincing him. There is nothing impossible about this, Jiang Shui is the woman he loves deeply, Xiao Yi is also the man I love deeply, we are also crazy people, if he kills him, will I easily let go of Ishida? Jiang Shui shook his head affirmatively. "I'm going to torture him to the point where he dies. ”

"I put the muzzle of the gun at his heart, and I said: exchange my life, for his life, everything is arranged by me, and at that time, someone will give you the murder video as evidence. I cried, he was silent, and then he said yes to me. Zibei sneered, her smile as pale and cold as her dead skin.

She didn't seem to finish speaking, she moved her lips up and down with unfinished meaning, and said: "I also know that Xiao Yi didn't do what he promised, he poisoned his red wine glass, he still didn't want me to die, or he intended to hide everything from me." But he doesn't understand, without his existence, what is the point of me living in this world! I looked at the bright red wine glass, and I didn't dare to move, and soon, the takeaway ordered from the hotel was delivered, and I took advantage of the time when he went out, and immediately replaced the wine glass. ”

"I have no regrets!" After a long silence, she finally sighed and smiled.

Luo Ying, who was on the other table, burst into tears at some point.

"Why are you so selfish?" Luo Ying asked her in confusion, even the air in her throat was cold.

She still laughed, ghostly, coldly, fearlessly.

"Do you know that he loves you, and he doesn't want you to die! Because of his debt to Jiang Shui, he has already borne too much sin, and only by accepting revenge can he be freed, but you don't even give him the only chance. When you died, he went to the rails and committed suicide, you know all this? He couldn't wait to be buried with you, so he took your body with the temperature still left and threw it on the rails. Do you know what he wants? You are so good at arranging everything, even if he dies, he can't get rid of the guilt in his heart, he can't find you, he always thinks that you don't want to see him, that you still hate him!"

"I don't! I just hope that he will never meet me again in this life and in the next life, I can't love him, and I can't extricate myself in the face of him. Zibei's eyes were full of helplessness.

loves someone, but loves helplessly.

"In the face of love, what is there to escape? Losing Jiang Shui is already a great pain in his life, he can't bear to lose you again, do you think you can walk away freely by paying everything for him?"

"Then what am I going to do?" her shoulders trembled, and like her voice, tears glistened in her nose.

"Go to see him, why run away, in this life you love so truly, you finally determined each other, why give up easily, perhaps, this fate will have a better ending? Time, it's not over yet!"

"Then where is he?" Zibei finally raised her head, her eyes flushed, and she looked at Luo Ying's eyes earnestly.

She can't forget him, even Meng Po Tang can't eliminate the existence of feelings, not to mention the power of a mortal fetus, feelings are flowing in the blood, it is sublimated by the soul, and it will entangle your heart the most.

Luo Ying smiled happily, like the sun that suddenly appeared after the fog had cleared.

"Xiao Yi. She called softly, as if she had been waiting for a long time, and Lu Yi's soul immediately emerged from the corner of the wall.

He had heard everything the two of them were arguing about.

They look at each other, their eyes are still the same, people who love each other will not break up because of misunderstanding, fate will eventually pull them together, whether they live or die.

"Thank you!" he took Zibei's hand, bowed deeply to Luo Ying, and disappeared into the smoke. At this time, the smell of Meng Po soup had already permeated the whole room, and the gurgling sound in the clay jar was getting louder and louder. Luo Ying breathed a sigh of relief and loosened her shoulders, she knew that work was about to start in hell.

A new day is coming.