Sakura Asa didn't walk out of the dense forest, but walked towards another overgrown dirt path that seemed to be rarely walked.

She was a little confused at this time, and she always felt that something was calling her from the depths of the grass, calling her to go deeper.

The further you went, the thicker the white fog became, and gradually it became a little difficult to see even three steps away.

However, she didn't mean to stop, and the voice that called her seemed to be closer.

Now she was completely in a white mist, she could not see anything but Bai in front of her, and when she reached out and probed around, she could not touch half of the weeds and trees, as if she had come to an open place.

Sakura's chaotic mind is even more confused at the moment, not knowing where she is?

Just when she was puzzled, a bright light flashed in front of her eyes, and then the white mist that was originally tightly wrapped slowly swept to both sides like water, revealing the shining place in the middle, and a tall man's phantom slowly appeared in the light.

"You ......" Sakura looked at the phantom, her heart trembled, her fists were clenched unconsciously, and her whole body trembled so much that it was a little difficult to speak, "You...... Yes, you ......."

As if to test her thoughts, the phantom gradually became clear, and then a man with silver hair and a snow-white robe appeared in front of her.

The long silver-white and shiny hair was unrestrained behind him, his narrow eyes shimmered with a dark purple light, and a small crimson mole in the corner of his left eye was as beautiful as a plum blossom in the snow.

He pursed his thin lips, did not speak, did not move, just looked at her quietly, his eyes flashed with complicated light, and there seemed to be a touch of forbearance pain.

"Are you hurt?" Seeing his painful look, Sakura felt even more guilty in her heart, and hurriedly raised her feet and ran forward, wanting to step forward to investigate his injuries.

However, no matter how she ran or walked, she couldn't get close to him, her forehead gradually soaked with fine sweat, her mind became more and more confused, and the Juno in front of her became more and more unclear.

I don't know how long she ran, but she suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, and her head hit something hard, and a burst of pain came, and she gasped and was about to faint.

"Juno." Before fainting, she stretched out her hand with all her strength to grab it at Junno, and at the moment when she was about to catch it, she finally couldn't support it and closed her eyes.

The moment she closed her eyes, she seemed to feel like she was grabbing the corners of his silky cold clothes......

When she opened her eyes again, Sakura Asa found that she was already lying on the bed, and there were candles lit on the wooden table, and the light of beans reflected everything in the room a little unrealistically.

When does it get dark?

She sat up, her mind confused, and she raised her hand to rub her forehead, but she felt a shallow protrusion on her forehead, and then she remembered that she seemed to have fallen.

"Juno!" Suddenly remembering what she had just seen, she hurriedly jumped out of bed, and ran out of the door before she even had time to put on her shoes.

As soon as she opened the courtyard door, she crashed into the arms of a man, who also stretched out his arms to stop her.

"Senior Sister Sakura!" Chu Yimo looked at her disheveled and barefoot, and said strangely, "Where are you going in such a hurry?" ”

"Let go of me!" At this time, Sakura Qian's mind was full of Junnuo, and he didn't know who stopped him, and he slapped Chu Yimo's chest a little madly, and shouted in a dumb voice, "Let go of me, let go of me!" ”

Chu Yimo frowned, and was a little suspicious for a while, is this somewhat crazy woman in front of him still the little junior sister who is not shocked and calm?

Chu Yimo shook his head vigorously, shook off his strange thoughts, reached out and nodded at Sakura Qian's neck, and Sakura Qian, who was still shaking his arm vigorously, finally quieted down.

Chu Yimo helped Ying Qian back to the room and lay back on the bed, nodded at her neck again, and then still uneasily pulled her hands tightly in the palms, afraid that she would start to run out like crazy again.

"Let me go." Chu Yimo's appearance pulled her back from her madness, and at this time she calmed down, leaned on the pillow with a white face, and asked softly, "How did I come back?" ”