As the door opened, Xinxin walked in, while Song Shu and Yue Li followed.

When they entered the house, the door closed on its own.

This is a room, very simple decoration but it can be seen that every place is very careful, this is like a room where a woman has lived, looking at the dust in the room, it should be a long, long time no one has lived.

Xinxin walked to the side of a table and touched the dust on it with her hand, leaving tears in her eyes.

She continued walking, looking at everything here, and the sense of familiarity grew stronger. Song Shu and Yue in the back looked at Xinxin, who behaved strangely, they had been together for so long, and it was the first time they had seen her behave so strangely.

However, Yue Li knew in his heart that since Ram Mo was dying, Xinxin had been by Jinshi's side, and he never seemed to have found out about Xinxin's true identity.

Before, I just guessed whether Xinxin would be a member of the Gongsun family, or an orphan, but later I learned from the old ghost that Xinxin and Song Shu were just controlled by Mochen's prohibition, so Xinxin's true identity has always been a mystery.

Seeing Xinxin walking in this room, it seemed that she was familiar with every place, and a kind of thought poured into Yue Li's mind, could this be Xinxin's home in the first place.

The idea was bold, but it made sense, and the difference was evident from the ease with which she could open the door.

When they followed Xinxin into the house, the door closed by itself, and Song Shu tried to open the door, but to no avail. So, this place is such a strange place.

"There."

Xinxin suddenly remembered something, shouted and walked quickly to the bed, and then touched the wall from the head of the bed, and then the bed was divided into two halves, revealing a passage.

Yue Li Song Shu followed Xinxin and walked in, there was a very clear road inside, and the walls on both sides should be inlaid with the legendary night pearl.

Xinxin has been walking in front, and Song Shu Yueli is close behind.

Soon, a room came into view, and when I was about to open the door, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of me, and the three people blocked their eyes with their hands, but slowly, there was a feeling of dizziness, as if they had been hit by ecstasy.

Xinxin didn't react to Song Shu and Yue Li's fainting, and now she had a strange picture in her mind, as if Yue Li had controlled her memory.

But Xinxin knows that these memories that appear are not controlled by others, they are her own experience, Xinxin's true life.

On that day, she appeared alone in the light, walking in the long corridor, wearing a red wedding dress and holding a bloody sword in her hand.

A very noisy voice sounded around him: "Xianghe, you come out quickly", "Xianghe, do you know what the name of that star is?" "Xianghe, I'll call him your name so that I don't have to call you to the sky when I miss you."

It turns out that I am already married, and my husband is called Xianghe.

Xinxin sat next to Yue Li and Song Shu, who had fainted, and talked about everything he remembered.

That year, when the snow fell early, Xianghe came to my house, and in his words, it was called: "The one who should come always comes, and I am ready to propose." I have to admit that he has been getting thicker and thicker recently, but he has cheeky capital, and even I often can't help pinching her face and sighing, this is the man I love the most.

He arrived at my house at noon, and when I walked out of the house in high spirits, I was immediately attracted by the gift in his hand. Has this kind of son of a rich family always only used money to smash people?

I quickly dodged out the door, and with the sound of the door slamming shut, I slapped him the head.

"Are you here to visit your sick and bedridden grandparents?" I pointed to what he was carrying, and shouted in a low voice of rage. But he hit his head against the wall helplessly, "Young master, I know that it is the first time for you, but if you come to me to get these things, my father will throw them out with you."

He didn't react at all, picked up the box of food and shook it in front of my eyes, and said to me with a big face: "Do you think this is an ordinary food box?" This is made by the most famous imperial chef in the capital, don't look down on them, ordinary people can't afford to eat them."

At that time, I thought that Xianghe was really a rich boy who was used to being spoiled.

Later, I sneaked out and bought a new gift with him. A thoughtful gift from my father who kept boasting about Xianghe when he saw it.

I think this is the most different Chinese New Year's Eve I have ever had in eighteen years, in addition to the laughter of the maids and servants in the house, the most important thing is that there is a man who spoils and loves me around.

Holding his arm, leaning on his shoulder, no amount of mortal hustle and bustle melts into the happiness of this moment.

When I come to you through the crowd, it's not just to look at you and say hello. I hope to hold your hand, be by your side, and accompany you to old age.

In the sweetness, I would feel that time passed very quickly, but suddenly someone reminded me that an important day was coming, and during that time I became impatient, demented, depressed, and nervous.

After Chinese New Year's Eve, from morning to night, I was constantly fuguing, roaring, and slapping all parts of my body. Of course, the most important thing is that I changed countless clothes, and the maid said, Miss, you are too nervous.

Xianghe said that I picked a pink outfit for the day and was a bit deliberate.

Since I met Xianghe, I have experienced too many firsts in my life, including the first time I was so nervous, the first time I was so attentive, and the first time I felt that I needed to take the initiative to go to his house, which was ridiculous.

"How old is Miss Yang?" It was the first thing his mother said.

"Auntie, I'm eighteen years old," I replied respectfully, not knowing what that would mean, because I thought all of this would have been arranged in advance.

"Bigger than us", was his father's answer, and the man with no expression on his face would have been a very difficult figure to serve.

"Dad, what if you're older, we like each other, what does it have to do with age." I knew Xianghe would speak for me, sure enough. But I'm still afraid that his words will make this meeting, which is destined to be unhappy, even worse.

I tugged at the corners of his clothes, and it was the first time in my life that I was so cowardly and cautious. I knew I wouldn't be able to breathe if I continued like this. From the moment I entered the house, his parents' expressions signaled that it was a failed meeting.

I began to regret what I did before I walked in the door. That image came back to mind.

"Xianghe, what kind of girl does your father like?" I still ask questions over and over again, trying to be as perfect as possible.

"Just like you, don't be nervous". Xianghe took my hand and laughed and teased me, I knew that he was trying to relax my nerves.

"Really, then I'm just a little more casual? Are you sure it's okay? I heard that the families of famous families like yours are not very snobbish? Picky? He got out of the carriage, dressed up, and looked at him worriedly.