Chapter 909: The Woman (57)

Chapter 917: The Woman Who Got Rid of the Rivers and Lakes (57)

He knew that the world was as short as dew.

however

However.

Bai Zhen hugged the boy in a daze, his hand tightly gripping his already cold and stiff hand, watching the sunset gradually sink below the horizon, and finally the world went dark, losing all light.

The night began, with no stars or moons above, and no light falling from the clouds.

The peach forest was terrifyingly quiet, and even the wind seemed to come quietly and walk quietly, as if it was afraid of disturbing anyone.

The girl froze in that position, from dark to dawn, and then from dawn to dark, intermittently talking about the bits and pieces of the past ten years.

It's like saying it to a teenager.

It's like I'm afraid I'll forget.

**

Vera woke up from her dream.

The pillow was so wet.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time before realizing that she was in a plane.

As if suddenly remembering something, she sat up abruptly and looked to the side—

The side was empty, and it was obvious that Jimo Xingyun had already left.

Bai Zhen didn't have time to wipe the tears that were still hanging from the corners of her eyes, so she pulled a robe and rushed out.

After asking around and making sure that Jimo Xingyun and his party had left Yangzhou City, and she couldn't catch up even if she chased them, Bai Zhen returned to the room with a disappointed face.

Curling up her legs and shrinking into the bed, she hugged the quilt, rested her chin on her knees, and lowered her eyelashes.

The first pain was bouts for a while.

But that didn't affect her thoughts.

She remembered.

Thinking of everything in this dream, it was a memory that originally belonged to her.

Thinking about why she became the lord of Qingqiu, and thinking of the pain she will never forget in this life.

She looked down at her tender white palm.

Seventeen's death has undoubtedly become a pimple in her heart that can never be healed, and it is also a hurdle that can never be overcome.

In order to avenge him, she practiced witchcraft day and night, and finally washed her blood into the clan.

But this incident aroused the dissatisfaction of the heavenly gods, who thought that she had broken the laws of the Three Realms, disturbed the peace of the Three Realms, and punished her with ninety-nine heavenly thunders.

She survived by luck.

What she did had already spread all over Qingqiu, so after she went back, no one was respectful to her, and she was afraid of her Nine Shadows Fox Fire, which burned everything and couldn't be burned, so in everyone's hearts, she had become a well-deserved lord of Qingqiu.

But he took revenge and was punished.

Perhaps, as he himself said, Seventeen didn't blame her at all.

But she herself will never be able to let go.

The image of the sharp nails piercing the young man's heart, the image of the bright-eyed young man smiling at her before he stopped breathing, the gentle voice that comforted her and told her not to cry her nose, haunted her day and night like a nightmare, and plunged her into endless pain and self-blame......

He broke free, and she fell into the abyss.

Bai Zhen clutched the placket of her heart fiercely, the kind of pain that seemed to have been forgotten for a long time, swept like a flood beast, the pain made her fingertips tremble, and the whole person was about to suffocate.

She didn't know why she had forgotten the past.

The rest of Qingqiu also seemed to mention Seventeen's existence again.

It's like everyone tacitly erased the memories of the past ten years at a certain moment.

So much so that when she woke up one day on a tree with peach blossoms, she wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye, thinking that she had suddenly had a dream.

**

The first more ~

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