I woke up with a headache that made me feel like someone had slapped me hard, and I was always dizzy. The scenery in front of me was ghosted, and I was blurry for a while before I fully woke up, rubbed my eyes and sat up to subconsciously look around.

The body is still the white dress he wore before, the quilt is still the same quilt, and there is no change in the surroundings. But my mind was always messed up, as if there were a few memory gaps that I couldn't remember no matter how I tried to remember. My memory is certainly poor, but it shouldn't be so bad.

Is it because of his age? Thinking about it, I am more than 110 years old, and I have long been an old woman in ordinary people, and it is reasonable that my memory is getting worse and worse.

"Master, are you awake?"

I followed the sound and looked over, and Qing Huan was sitting at the table, playing with the flowing jade and phoenix feather sword in his hand, looking at me expressionlessly. Her expression made me feel very uncomfortable, she had never looked at me like this, and she usually looked at me gently and happily.

"What's going on?" I asked her.

She said lightly: "When I came to look for you before, you suddenly covered your stomach and were in pain, and then you vomited blood and fainted, so I helped you to the bed to rest." You've been in a coma for three days, what's wrong with your body? ”

I paused for a moment, I can't remember what Qinghuan said, but it should be what she said. She didn't know that I had fallen for the Yellow Spring Gu, but how could I be poisoned right in front of her?

I coughed twice and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"Master, you always lie to me, what's the good of lying to me? I'm going back to the Burning Heaven Gate soon, so you might as well tell me the truth as luck please, and there will be no chance to say it again in the future anyway. ”

"You...... You're going back? My fingers on the quilt suddenly tightened, and I was a little nervous for a moment, "Why?" ”

She glanced at me, there was not even any emotion in her eyes, and her tone was very calm: "I don't plan to stay for a long time this time, if I don't go home, where will I go?" ”

She's going back.

But she is indeed the daughter of the thunder, and she is leaving, so why should I keep her? She was willing to come back to see me this time, and it was already her duty not to kill me, but it was ridiculous that I was still asking for more things.

But a very despicable thought came to my mind, if I told her that I had not many days to live, would she have taken pity on me and stay with me for the rest of these two months?

The idea was so shameful that I tried to exploit her sympathy. At the same time, it will also ruin my own dignity, and I will have to show weakness in a low voice. But I really want to be with her, and no matter how long I live, I will long to be with her for the rest of my life.

"I ...... After falling into the Huangquan Gu, there are still two months left, can't you stay a little longer? I lowered my head and lowered my voice.

She frowned, and looked at me with deep meaning: "Huangquan Gu? …… You actually fell for the Huangquan Gu. I was still worried about how I should face you on the day of revenge, but now it seems that God will not spare you, every qiē is retribution. ”

Retribution?

Retribution!

I didn't know what to say. Although I knew very well that this was retribution, I felt so uncomfortable when the word came out of her mouth. I always seemed to feel that even if the whole world thought I was wrong, even if I felt myself was wrong, she wouldn't think so.

Did I trust her too much, or did I believe in myself too much?

"Except...... What about retribution? I asked, rather reluctantly.

"Poor." Qinghuan blurted out almost without thinking.

"Qinghuan, you still hate me, don't you?" I closed my eyes heavily.

She tilted her head to look at me, slowly got up and walked towards me, walked in front of me and stopped: "I'm not called Qinghuan, Qinghuan is just the name you gave me." My name is Wen Yuluo. ”

I looked at her and continued to ask, "Sue me, do you hate me?" ”

"Master, I don't want to hate you, and you know, I can't hate you at all. There's no point in saying this, I'm just waiting for you to wake up and say goodbye to you, maybe I won't have a chance to meet again in the future, as an apprentice, I will kowtow to you at the end. After that, we didn't have any relationship. ”

There was a panic in my heart, as if I was on the edge of an abyss, like walking on thin ice, as if I would die at any moment because of a single detail.

"What do you say? Nothing to do with it again? I repeated her words softly.

"You're ...... anyway There's not much time left, and we won't have anything to do with each other anymore. She tilted her head to stand, "Wouldn't it be nice to gather and disperse, and leave a little leeway?" ”

“…… You said you wanted to marry me before. "My eyes were a little sore, so I had to close them, and I could feel my body trembling slightly.

Qinghuan was silent for a long time, and his voice was a little choked when he spoke again: "...... Don't marry. ”

At this point, I should be dead.

But how can I die, I even feel that I have lived for more than 100 years, just to wait for her to appear, she finally appeared, but she refused to be by my side even for the last few days. Fate makes people, every qiē is fate, this qiē entanglement is predestined, and separation is also predestined.

Didn't you already know she was going to go, Nanyang?

"Okay, I'll say it, kowtow to you at the end, and then leave." Qinghuan said hastily, she took two steps back, and wanted to kneel.

I stepped down from the bed in two steps and held her up, not letting her kneel, and the pain in my flank was faint because of the large movement, and I couldn't care about it at this time.

"How?" She looked at me with red eyes.

"Qinghuan, why do you want to torture each other like this?" My nasal passages were getting sour, and the corners of my eyes were getting hot.

She replied, "You have lived for so long, don't you know that there is more to this world than to be happy?" ”

I looked at her, and she stopped talking, just biting her lip, as if trying to hold back.

I lowered my eyes, feeling like I was immersed in the cold winter water, and the throbbing pain in my chest was even more hurtful than the pain of poison.

Anyway, what is worth my attachment to?

I closed my eyes and knelt down gently in front of her, just staring at the ground. It's so humble, so humble that my own reason is scolding myself, look at you, it's really shameless.

But I wanted to try everything I could, and I didn't want to look back on this day and regret not doing everything I could to keep her.

"Qinghuan, I love you, no matter who you were before or who you will be in the future, whether you are tired of me or not, whether you are still willing to grow old with me, I love you. In this life, I only love you, I love you the most, except for you, I have no attachment in this world. ”

I couldn't see her expression, but she didn't come to help me, I could only see her clenched fists.

I continued slowly: "I rarely said nice things to you before, because I was too dull and reserved, and I was not good. I regret it, I regret that there are still many things I haven't had time to do, I want to cook a home-cooked meal for you, I want to spend a lively festival with you, I want to hold your hand through the great rivers and mountains, I want to be held in your arms all night to sleep, every day, every night, day and night, stay with you, do anything, as long as I am with you. But I don't have time, I don't have time. I just want you to keep my last few days, I don't want to...... When he died, there was no one around, and he was cold. ”

"If I begged you, would you take back your decision?" I think that's the last thing I can do.

Qinghuan took a step back, and suddenly chuckled: "Master, look at your current appearance, are you still worthy of being my master?" The old clear and cold Nan Yang who was like a god is long gone, you are just a mortal who will fall into the private affairs of your children, what else is there to be nostalgic for? Since you are not dead, I will call you dead. ”

I looked up in surprise, and she lifted the flowing jade she had been holding in her hand and slammed it into the ground in front of me before I could react.

An unusually crisp sound of jade shattering exploded in this small room, and the fragments of jade fell in all directions, one of which bounced from the ground and slashed sharply at my forehead, and then there was a stinging pain in my forehead, and soon hot and sticky blood flowed down my eyebrows and landed on my eyelashes.

It is ironic that the jade, made from my own blood, still hurt myself in the end.

I couldn't speak, and the blood of humiliation flowed in my flesh and bones.

"In a few years, you'll know how ridiculous you are now, Nanyang." She was still stubbornly saying things that humiliated me.

Why bother, can you really do anything to make me die?

Why bother.

"Farewell." She dropped a cold word, then pushed the door open and left without looking back. Her steps were hurried, as if she couldn't wait to leave me.

I didn't say anything more, just watched her leave. After she left, I was a little overwhelmed again, and just stayed where I was. So, that was the last time I saw her? I didn't even have time to look at her twice, I had never said I loved her before, and the first time I said it was the last time we met.

I'm a man, can I be a little more sluggish?

But she's gone, I really won't see her again, why would she bear to go? I've always believed in her love for me, but am I still being amorous after all?

Maybe this is an undesirable relationship, and I'm just reaping the consequences. She was right, everything is retribution.

It's hateful, even at this moment, I'm still attached to her, even more than ever to the warmth she once brought me.

I slowly stood up with my side on the ground, slowly walked to the table, picked up the candlestick, and slowly squatted down, picking up the broken jade piece by piece and putting it in my palm. The blood on my forehead was too much for me to open my right eye, but I didn't really want to treat the wound.

But even if I don't deal with it, the person who will feel sorry for me is gone.

I touched the fragment of flowing jade in my hand and remembered the words I had carved on it with my own hands. It's a pity that this fate was wrong from the beginning, a qiē warmth, but a sweet dream.

I clenched the pieces in my hands and buried my head in my knees.