Dongfang Xu's eyes, in Lin Lan's eyes, seemed to be looking at a soulless puppet.

Or more accurately, it's like a man watching her jokes, full of sarcasm, full of chilling meaning.

Lin Lan was frightened by Dongfang Xu's eyes, and her body instinctively retreated: "You...... What are you doing? ”

"What ...... for"

Dongfang Xu muttered, with that strange expression on his face, but his body retreated on the spot.

The man who was originally on the edge of the cliff soon fell off the cliff head and foot.

But his heart was full of tenderness and replied: "I want to recover my beloved girl, always accompany her on the other side, and be a happy little woman." ”

As for the future?

Dongfang Xu, who was falling at high speed, raised a mockery on his face: "Without the woman he wants to protect, what is the use of him wanting that future?" ”

As for the woman, who killed his beloved with his own hands, how could he make her feel better?

It's easy to kill her with one shot, but how can he quench the hatred he has in his heart for her?

Before he fell off the cliff, he had seen his guards.

Dongfang, who is the youngest leader of the Tiandu Military Region of the Longxia Kingdom, has died, and that woman will only be worse than dead in the following days.

After so many years, how can he not know that many of the mistakes between himself and Yiyi are caused by that scheming woman.

Because of this, he became more and more alienated from her.

……

Lin Yiyi didn't know anything about what was behind her.

I don't know that there is a man in the world who died after her because she could give up all his identity and status.

At this moment, she was completely unconscious.

Wrong!

I don't know how long it took, Lin Yiyi, who was originally unconscious, opened his eyes suddenly.

Look around.

The wooden bed, the linen tent, the dark blue printed quilt that had not been seen for a long time, the straw mat, and the soft straw underneath, the faint scent of straw penetrated her nose.

And a pair of slender feet beside him.

Lin Yiyi felt that she was dreaming, dreaming that she was back in her girlhood and sleeping in the same bed with her eighth sister.

Looking out of the hemp tent, the strange and familiar environment, a simple four-legged bedside table, a few pickled vegetable jars in the corner, and more than a dozen nails nailed to the adobe wall.

On the nails, hanging long-lost farm items.

These incomparably familiar things in my memories convinced Lin Yiyi that she had returned to her home in Linjia Village many years ago.

She swallowed hard, her throat was dry, and she looked very painful as she swallowed.

"Uh-huh!"

Instinctively snorted.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Still uncomfortable? ”

Hearing the movement, Lin Rui, who was sleeping at the other end, turned over and stretched out her little hand to touch her forehead, "It's okay, it's not so hot." ”

Looking at the young girl sitting up from that end, Lin Yiyi's eyes were slightly red, and she called hoarsely: "Eighth sister? ”

There was serious uncertainty in his tone.

"What? After sleeping, you don't know the eighth sister? ”

Lin Rui looked at her cute appearance and couldn't help but laugh and tease.

Reached out and grabbed the cotton clothes beside the bed, put them on and turned over and got out of bed: "You sleep a little longer, I'll go make breakfast." ”

"Eighth sister."

Seeing that Lin Rui was leaving, Lin Yiyi screamed uneasily.

She was afraid, afraid that the eighth sister would disappear from her sight forever if she left.

If it was a dream, she longed for it to last longer, longer.

At this moment, Lin Yiyi's heart was trembling, and she didn't know whether everything in front of her was real or illusory.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Rui stopped, leaned down to look at her, and reached out to pamper her face.

"Is there anything else that is uncomfortable? Sister will make you ginger soup to drink, okay? ”