Suddenly, a little light caught his eye, standing out in the darkness, but it felt like it was far away, and the hoarse voice seemed to come from there, and he tried to discern it, and suddenly he heard the fragments.

Want to love her? Give up the ability to love and be loved first......

If you want to love someone, you must first surrender the ability to love and be loved, how is this contradictory?

But he heard a voice calmly answer: Never regret it.

That's your own voice.

Outside the dream, in the candle-lit tent.

Surrounded by military doctors and attendants who were busy rescuing, they all fell into the background for Zhong Ling.

Under her eyes, there was only the man on the bed with his shoulder blades exposed, and a horseshoe-shaped birthmark on his strong arm overlapped with her buried memories.

At that time, all her visions of life were about him, so every little mole on her face, the position of her hairline, the thickness of her earlobes, and the color of her lips were so desperately engraved in her mind that now, they overlap effortlessly......

However, on the battlefield, he indifferently and coldly stabbed himself in the shoulder blade, picked himself off the horse, she tested his other methods, and his reaction was telling her that this man was not reborn, nor did he cross over, let alone have amnesia, and he was a real native!

Fate arranged a big play, obviously just for the sake of their meeting now. But she had to stay sober and convince herself that it was a coincidence!

She doesn't care, she can cross over, why don't you believe in the past and this life?

As if to confirm her guess, Shen Yichi, who was in a coma, suddenly murmured: "Lingbao ......"

It's just two words, but the soul of the frightened bell is about to fly! Her eyes widened for a long time, and then she suddenly laughed, laughing and laughing, but crying nervously.

"Shen Yichi, didn't you say that Lingbao was too numb? Didn't you say that I can only hear in my dreams, liar......" she said, taking his hand, "and your conscience is not at ease when you lie to me like this?" In this life, you have to compensate me......"

In the dream, the white light in the darkness flickered far and near, and the voices of those who spoke were high and low, Shen Yichi was a little irritable, and rushed over with his feet, but when he saw that he was close, a person suddenly appeared out of thin air, and suddenly hugged him!

He looked up, but it was Queen Zhong......

"Hmm......" He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, the wound involved by the violent movement was heart-rending and painful, Shen Yichi clutched his chest and gasped, but the next moment he saw Zhong Ling sleeping on the mahogany desk not far away.

He almost subconsciously wanted to resist with a sword, this action alerted Zhong Ling, Zhong Ling sat upright, and when he saw the tall but weak man in front of him, he instantly smiled with tears: "Are you awake?!" ”

Shen Yichi woke up, and on the morning of the second morning after the battle in Tianmen Mountain Canyon, he woke up in the camp of the commander of the enemy army.

In the morning light, the solemn and rigid military camp was plated with a layer of soft orange, and thousands of soldiers were bathed in this light to practice, and the roar of blood boiling was deafening, making the whole world vibrant and straightforward and lovely.

In the past, Zhong Ling's favorite scene was this, but now he couldn't move his footsteps, because his sweetheart was right in front of him, and he said thank you to her gently.

It's almost floating!

"You're welcome, you're welcome, I'm always ready to take care of you in the next life and this life."

With a smile on his face, he took the medicine bowl and put it aside, Zhong Ling naturally tucked the corner of the quilt for the man, looked up and said with a smile on his face: "Hungry, right?" The porridge will be ready soon, I was going to make your favorite porridge with rolling fish fillet, but I can't help it...... “

Shen Yichi, who had just woken up, couldn't help but frown: "Queen Zhong ......"

Zhong Ling, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was stunned and smiled bitterly for a moment.