Bai Mo turned around and picked up Sun Meng, staring at her pale face as white as snow, despair still failed to overcome tears, and he was in an uproar. How did he let go of those past that became shadows with the wind? How can you forget? Even if you finger quicksand at this time, you will grow old and grow old, year after year, and repeat each other. He is still persistent in longing and looking forward to, thinking that if he guards his loneliness, does not forget his original intention, and clings to hope, he can finally hope for it. It's just that how many days and months have passed, and he has endured the suffering, but he can't bear the ravages of the years.

How could he have thought of such an ending, he thought that she was back by his side, and she would return to his side sooner or later, but he was waiting for a day when she had an epiphany. This day will not be long away, after all, she still lives under her nose after all.

The scene in front of him, like a lonely wind, shatters the sadness of a place, the road is not finished, but people want to the ends of the world, separated by two worlds.

A reunion and a parting, joy and sorrow, a dream, in the end, it is still empty.

He whispered to her: "Xiaoxiao, although you no longer remember our past, I see the suffering you have suffered in several lifetimes, so I can only pity you and not blame you." If you could remember how good our past was, it would not be in vain for me to wait for you for a thousand years. It's just that every time I watch you be another person's wife for the rest of your life, and I have no choice but to love and hate, and hate one after another. In order to calm myself down, calm my restless heart, and wait for you, I stayed on this mountain for a thousand years, I don't cultivate immortals or become Buddhas, I just want to cultivate a heart without regrets, for the way of waiting, no matter what the outcome of the day, he will not accumulate resentment. But I'm so afraid that after all, I will wait for nothing, and I am afraid that this thousand-year-old practice will eventually degenerate into darkness because of hatred. Small, everything, just waiting for you to turn back. You can't die, you've forgotten me for several lifetimes, Xiaoxiao, I don't want to wait any longer, this long sun, moon and stars, immortal body, how difficult it would be to live without you. It's not fair to me that you have to have another beginning, I watch you reincarnate, but you can't see my waiting, so, I can't let you die, I can't wait any longer, if you want to live, you must think of me, since you have come to my side, you can't let me rejo........ice in nothing. ”

He had good memories that he thought was a bargaining chip that could trap the two of them forever together. Even if you only think about it occasionally, you will still remember it vividly, not to mention, those pieces engraved in the heart like an imprint, always approaching.

Love always makes people obsessed, his clear eyes, hidden sadness, turned into teardrops and fell.

Sun Meng understood when she heard it, she wanted him not to be sad, people, always have to give up what should be given up, just like giving up on her, in her opinion, Bai Mo's stubbornness insisted on what should not be insisted on.

She didn't love him, because there was no other place in the corners of memory, but now, she didn't hate him anymore.

For this chaotic world, she can no longer respond to anything, the burden of life forward, the intricacies of life, so that she is very tired, her hand slowly relaxed, until she swallows the last breath, everything, relieved!

Ethereal, her body was as soft as a veil, and what appeared in front of her eyes was the crying of her parents in another world, and the husband who betrayed her, they cried together.

Sun Meng smiled, they finally didn't have to guard her like a vegetative person anymore, and they were relieved.

She saw Wei Ruoxiao again, in the wilderness, in the streets and alleys, he looked for her like a madman, and asked if anyone had seen him. His appearance was extremely degraded, and overnight, the vicissitudes of life turned into a head full of gray hair.

And the white ink in front of him was looking up to the sky and howling, tears flowed into a river, and a roar sounded all over the valley, and he called: "Little, little ........" ”

It turns out that it is unbearable to look back, the soul is also involved, the past is like a cloud and mist that cannot be swept away, the virtual and the real, love and hatred, this hatred is endless.

It's time to let go, and slowly wither away with a dead body, a heart full of holes, and slowly wither .......