"Mo'er, what's wrong with you?"

I woke up from a nightmare, a pair of hands clasped tightly in his soft hands.

Raised his sleeves to wipe away the cold sweat from the corners of his forehead, and still had palpitations.

Without hesitation, he hugged me as he sat up, and didn't ask any more, just put his chin on the top of my head and whispered, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this king is here!" ”

Nangong Yu is to me like a magnetic block to iron, for some reason, I completely forgot the confidence and pride of Wang Yihan in another time and space. Although I clearly know that he is domineering, boring, self-contained, and already has a heart, I still can't help but want to get close to him.

He brushed the wet hair from the corners of my forehead, took out a white handkerchief, and helped me wipe away the sweat stains and tears that had not yet dried from the corners of my eyes. In those phoenix eyes, I saw endless pampering and reluctance. This tenderness envelops me and brings me down. Even, I already believe that it is not Wang Yihan at all, but Shang Shumo, whom he loves deeply.

Nangong Yugui is the prince, but at this moment, he gently stroked the top of my head and carefully helped me tie my hair. Every move, like a child.

"Lord Wang, I'll do it myself."

His expression instantly panicked, "Did it hurt you?" ”

I looked through the bronze mirror and shook my head gently.

He removed my fingers from the comb and insisted on combing for me.

"Lord, can I go out for a walk? It's boring to be stuffed in the palace all day. I pouted and turned my head a little coquettishly.

"Don't move!" He straightened my face with a pair of palms, "When you have eaten obediently, this king will take you to a place." ”

"Yes, yes!"

He glanced at me clapping excitedly in his glasses, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He walked briskly ahead and didn't lead me. When I saw the stone wall in front of me, my heart chuckled. My steps were unusually heavy. Does he really have to do that? Such a sweet morning, sure enough, is just to contrast my loneliness at the moment. If he can't forget Shang Shumo from another world, why did he take my body?

"What's wrong?" He sensed that I wasn't following, turned around, and so naturally stepped forward to pull me.

I pulled my right hand back hard, gritted my teeth, and looked at him fixedly. Although he tried his best to control his emotions, it was like his neck was tightly strangled by a rope, and it was hot in an instant.

"Nangong Yu, do you need to remind me in a hurry that I'm just a stand-in?!"

"Mo'er, what do you say?" His face was gloomy, his brow furrowed, and he looked at me suspiciously.

"I said it, I'm not Shang Shumo! No! A hoarse scream startled the birds in the bushes.

He lowered his eyes and exhaled with a gloomy face, without defensiveness.

Immediately, I felt my arms bound to my sides, and he lifted me up in the air and strode into the cave. No matter how much I struggled, he refused to let go. Until he was tired and tired, he quietly closed his eyes and lay on his chest.

"This is the first time this king has seen someone as unhappy as you. Open your eyes. He laid me lightly on the ground.

I was about to open my mouth to scold, but I was stunned by the scene in front of me. Above the sky, there are stars dotted with stars, and the starlight here shines much brighter than the two worlds experienced. In addition, the surrounding flowers and houses are still clearly visible. Although there is the silence and beauty of the night, there is no darkness or horror.

"Come to the king."

When I was shocked, I didn't notice him at all, he was already standing next to the boulder about ten meters away from me, the bleak evening breeze stirring his fluttering robe and hair, and his figure looked particularly lonely and majestic. With thick eyebrows, a delicate and majestic face, and an extraordinary posture, he is really more immortal than the master.

"What? Fascinated by this king? He raised an eyebrow arrogantly, stepped forward, and pulled me up. Seeing that I didn't move my steps, he commented on the bottom of my eyes, and instantly lost his playful smile, "Still angry with this king?" ”

With such a beautiful scenery, coupled with the temptation of a beautiful man, the anger in my heart has long disappeared, and at this moment, I am just a nymphomaniac. However, his reminder reminded me again, it seems that I have lost my breath so quickly, and it is really easy to coax.

"Alright, alright." He pulled me up to the boulder and pressed my palm against the stone wall.

When I lifted it, I saw that the names "Shang Shumo" and "Nangong Yu" clearly and profoundly appeared on the stone wall.

I looked at the palm of my hand carefully, and there was nothing but palm prints. Maybe it was the way I opened my mouth slightly in surprise and stared at him a little ridiculous. He unabashedly raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled.

This is the first time I have seen him smile naturally and innocently, it turns out that his smile is warmer than Nangong Jin.

"Don't look at it, silly girl, you are Shang Shumo." He nodded slightly at me. "This is the Sansheng Stone, where only lovers who admire each other can make the stone wall show its name. And since our names are deeply imprinted in the memory of Sanshengshi, there is nothing that can separate us. "The seriousness and certainty in his eyes was stranger to me that I had never seen before.

"I'm Shang Shumo?"

"Yes, if you weren't her, you wouldn't be here."

"That ......"

"That's what, that!" As he spoke, he patted me lightly on the head.

Curious, I swallowed back what I wanted to ask, narrowed my eyes, and grinned.

"Is the Sansheng Stone really so effective?" I drew circles on the stone wall with my index finger, and looked closely at my whole face, but I couldn't see anything special.

He put his arm around my shoulder, made me face him, looked me in the eye, and said, "For now, yes!" ”

I tugged at his cuffs and scrambled backwards to follow him.

"Am I really Shang Shumo?"

Before, how much I hated comparing myself to others? Buying clothes full of personality, a little willful, and armed to be extremely strong, and at this moment, he said that I am Shang Shumo, this beautiful girl who has lived here for more than ten years, is beautiful with small feet, and is proud of virtue and virtue, but I am extremely happy. Not for appearance, not for status, just because Shang Shumo can get his love and care.

"Am I really her?" Seeing that he didn't look back or answer, I kept asking.

He helped me into the stone steps of the gazebo and sat me down.

"The world you were in and here are just two of many spaces. And the creatures that exist in each space also correspond to each other, born for each other, and die according to each other. It's just her despair that makes you swap identities. He looked down at the teacup on the stone table, thoughtful, and his eyes gloomy.

"But she ...... But why is she desperate? As soon as the words came out, I saw his lonely look, and I knew that I had said the wrong thing, and I scolded myself for being stupid!

He swallowed a sip of tea.

"Uh...... It's so beautiful here! I said as I pointed into the distance, glancing at the change in his expression. This...... It's a shame that no one lives in such a beautiful place. ”

As if he hadn't heard, he was still absent-mindedly looking at the teacup, and suddenly asked, "If this king does something that makes you resentful for life, can you still accept this king?" ”

I know that this sentence is not asking me, but the desperate escape of Shang Shumo.

I pursed my lips and smiled extremely unnaturally: "The prince has done many things that make me resentful before!" But at this moment, isn't this girl still by the prince's side? "At this moment, I just wanted to say something to comfort him in the most relaxed way, but I found that his cold condensed the whole world, including my heart.