The extreme cold had not yet passed, and as another torrent slapped against her, Ann felt some parts of her body begin to become hot and scorching. One cold and one hot, two opposing things rolled up and down in her body like two strong dragons, and the pain caused made her face pale, as transparent as transparent.

However, she just smiled, clenched her fists tightly, endured the pain, and slowly walked towards the sea of bright red flowers over there.

The pain was getting more and more intense, the strength and mana were getting weaker and weaker, and the river bank that didn't look very wide, and the distance that was broken like this made An feel as if he had passed the distance from the opening of the world by the great god of Pangu to the present.

She collapsed weakly on the riverbank, surrounded by a large area of Manju Sawa, a shocking red, like fire, like blood, like a hurry. She took a deep breath, and what came to her body was a rich fragrance of painting, bewitching and charming, but there was also some deeply buried chill gradually gushing out from a small opening, which made people shiver. An sat up, gently plucked one of them and put it in someone's hand, and was just about to take a closer look, but the flower was blown away by the wind in an instant, and disappeared without a trace, only a red drop of water like blood stayed in her palm.

The flowers and leaves do not see each other, and they are wrong. Life is wrong, the world is forever apart, this is talking about flowers, but also about her and Fei Yan, no, maybe not, she and Fei Yan are not destined to do this, but destiny is not fateful.

An suddenly stood up and walked towards the stone of life and death in the sea of flowers, where the sleeves brushed the flowers, they were all stained with the shape of bright red blood droplets as bright as blood, and even An herself couldn't tell what it was, whether it was blood or tears from flowers.

The cold wind blew, the clothes fluttered, and some strange, indescribable fragments of memories surfaced in Ann's mind little by little, fluttering little by little, and spliced together little by little, forming broken fragments.

In those memories, there are Feiyan, Yingchen, An Ge, Zeran, and some people she doesn't know at all, but they seem to be very familiar. She walked forward slowly, closed her eyes and thought quietly, quietly waiting for the broken and disordered memories to become complete and orderly fragments.

Every step of the way, curiosity, joy, anticipation, pain, torment...... Many different feelings come to your heart in an instant, just like your sweetheart who proposes to you with your favorite thing, but you find out that he is your killer and enemy, and you can't tell whether you are happy or sad, whether you should be angry or angry.

All the messy memories disappeared as Ann walked through this sea of blood-red flowers, and all the clutter was sorted out into a clear past by a pair of invisible hands. She smiled, but tears slipped from her eyes. She stared at the manju sawa as white as the remnant snow, and curled the corners of her mouth. Today, she finally understands what it means to be smart and cocooned.

It's not the end of fate, it's not that there is no fate, but after the end of fate and no fate, I personally drove this fate into the abyss. An Ge is right, the occurrence of this qiē incident is not providential, but the belief that it is his own sin, which ruined this hard-won fate beyond recognition