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That's what I thought in my heart, reason is useless here.

I let out a soft "um" and agreed with her snatching white.

"Do you know that Lan Sheng is going to marry someone else soon? Do you know that your future life will be very difficult? Did you know that if you stay here any longer, you will definitely live for a short time? She asked a series of questions, a little emotional.

I also know very well in my heart that this is an irrefutable fact in my previous life, but hearing her poke it out so bluntly, it feels as uncomfortable as being splashed with ice water by someone else.

I said in a hard tone, "I won't let Lan Sheng marry someone else." ”

"You? You won't, what about others? Can you stop it? She asked.

"I won't, let Lan Sheng marry someone else." I repeated, in a more resolute tone, with a hardness that would not allow others to veto.

She was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "I think you'll die faster than I do." ”

"Why?" I deliberately lowered my voice to hide the anger in my heart.

"Because, looking at you like this, it is your deep love for Lan Sheng. The deeper the affection, the more serious the injury will be. So, you're going to die sooner than I do. She said lightly.

I was silent for a moment and said, "Why do you think that?" Lan Sheng is my husband, so I naturally love him. I have a deep affection for him, and he has a deep affection for me, that's why I will say that I will not let him marry someone else, and in the same way, he will not want to marry someone else. ”

"Hmm." For the first time, she agreed with what I said.

After a pause, she added, "It's just a will." What if he later married someone else? That green ......"

"Didn't I say that?! I'm not going to let him marry someone else! The anger in my heart exploded irrepressibly.

I hate when people are skeptical about this issue, and I hate it when people hold on to it. It's like a sharp thorn that touches my sensitive nerves.

She stopped talking.

My anger slowly subsided, and my mood gradually calmed down.

After a while, I said, "I don't know what you mean by that?" "Didn't all that happen before she said? I still have a chance to turn it around.

She said calmly: "You just don't dare to face it. ”

Like a clown whose mask has been removed, I feel like my previous performances have been failures, and the hysterical declaration is even more ridiculous in retrospect.

Before the disguised confidence collapsed, I struggled, "If I didn't dare to face it, then I wouldn't choose to stay here." ”

"Didn't you stay because you couldn't let go?" She replied.

I was choked up.

"You can't do that." She continued, "You have to be prepared for the worst. ”

"I know." My voice was dry, and after a while, I added, "I understand what you mean." I know it's going to get the worst, but I don't want to be discouraged before it gets to that point. ”

Yes, I knew very well in my heart, I knew that it could go to the worst, and I just, just, I didn't want to say or hear those frustrating words. After all, I really don't want that to happen.

Suddenly feeling a little calmer, I continued, "Anyway, I'm going to do everything I can until then to keep things from getting to that point. If, if that were the case in the end, I would ...... Anyway, I'm going to go on, aren't I? ”

To be honest, I don't know what I'm going to do if it gets to that point. But I understand that life has to go on.

I wish I could remember what I said.

After a while, she said, "If only you could always remember the original purpose of your rebirth." ”

She sighed again and said, "I'm tired. ”

I'm also tired.

"Won't you regret it?" She asked.

Why don't you regret asking if you haven't started yet?

"I don't know what the outcome will be, but either way, it's my choice. Now I want to stay, even though I know that the road ahead will be difficult, but I still want to stay. Because I chose it myself, I don't have too many complaints even if the result is not good. "I suddenly felt a little sleepy, and my voice became very lazy.

She didn't talk.

I remembered something, and asked in a tired voice, "When did Aunt Qing enter the door?" ”

In the last life, Yueying said that Aunt Qing entered the door less than two years after I got married. I'd love to know that exact time.

She paused for a moment and said, "Since you're going to do your best to stop this, don't worry when she entered." What if you know? ”

"Then," I was a little worried, "if I do that, it won't lead to anything happening to the plane, right?" ”

"No, it won't." She said, "This is the plane you reborn, and as long as your nodes remain stable, they won't let the plane collapse." Her voice was tired, too.

"Hmm-" I thought for a moment, and then said, "I'm married to Haining now, so when will I meet that person surnamed Liang?" I also inquired before, and Haining doesn't seem to have a theater called 'Jade Tea Hall'. ”

"You...... Not yet...... Did you meet him? Her voice was trembling and hoarse, bitter and stoic, as if it had come from deep in her chest.

After a moment's pause, I replied, "No." After a pause, he added, "I don't know what his name is." ”

I only know that his surname is Liang and he is the hall master of Yuming Hall, but what is his name?

It's glaring. What is good to be glaring?

Is this in a dream?

Suddenly I felt so uncomfortable that I couldn't help but mutter, and tried to twist my neck.

How do you feel like you can make a sound? Feel like you can move?

In front of me is a bed tent of plain begonia flowers, the light is a little dim, not dazzling.

Am I awake?

"Eh......," I said, and only my own voice could be heard in the silence of the room.

I felt a little confused, and for a while I couldn't tell whether I was in a dream or in the real world.

"Are you still there?" I tried to ask.

There was no response. The room was still quiet.

I lay on the couch for a while, and I was mostly conscious.

The light in the room was dim, and I thought it was the end of the day. I'm awake and she's gone.

She hadn't answered what she had just asked, maybe it was because she mentioned the Liang Hall Master.

What kind of person is that Liang Hall Master? That relationship must be unforgettable and secretive for Zhu Shuzhen, otherwise she wouldn't always be like this.

I rolled over and habitually put my hand on the soft pillow that had become a little empty because of Lan Sheng's absence. The large pink lotus flower entered the eyes, and it was cool to the touch, and the heart suddenly swelled up with a strong longing for Lan Sheng, missing his burning palm, and the gentle touch......