I bit all the way.

Because he's a hooligan on me.

He didn't get angry, he covered his mouth and ran out, and after a while, he ran back with food again.

It was so noisy for three or five days, and one morning, when I woke up, the crowd around me was gone, and I was the only one left, standing on the top of the mountain, with a cliff at my feet. Behind it is a vast expanse.

Sitting on the big tree next to him all the way, holding his arms, napping, and looking comfortable.

I spun around twice in the same place, and after making sure that it was not a dream, I sat down on the edge of the cliff in a decadent manner.

How did things come to this?

The more people you don't want to see, the more you are in front of you, and the more you don't want to face the facts, the more you put them in your mind.

I'm about to go crazy, memories toss me, hatred and unwillingness, alternately, two voices, keep pouring out in my head.

One said, let me kill all the way and make him pay for the betrayal of the previous life.

One said, let me let him go, I have to be forgiving and forgiving, it was already a hundred years ago, why bring it to this life again?

I am not reconciled and cannot forget the torture of the past.

I can't really make up my mind to ask him to pay any price.

Really think about it, all the things in the previous life were chosen by myself, and every step of the way was taken by myself, and the result was also obtained by myself, and I can't blame anyone.

The reason why it is difficult to let go of it is because I once gave sincerely, was despised like a mustard, and the trust and dependence I once had was betrayed and destroyed in an instant, and the pain brought by those reversals in the process is indelible.

I am not a tolerant person, nor am I a straightforward person.

If you can't be tolerant, you can't let go, you can't do anything, you can't escape, you can't hide, and when you can't hide, your life will be very miserable.

I followed all the way, confronted each other on the edge of the cliff for three days and three nights, I didn't close my eyes, he didn't rest, the rice and water were not exhausted, and I relied on one breath to hold on.

I know that it was he who made the arrangement, and now I am either in the deep mountains and old forests, choosing to be with him, or I am a dead end.

He waited quietly, waiting for my answer, while I was still tormented.

The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it becomes, the more I think about it, the more difficult it is to let go, how many times, I can't help but want to cross the distance in front of me, jump off the cliff, and end the fate of this life.

But I couldn't take that step.

On the contrary, my heart is constantly entangled.

I'm afraid that the moment I fall, he will save me all the way, which will make my life worse than death, and I am also afraid that the moment I fall, he will not save me, so I will be even more desperate.

Thinking about it, it is unwise to choose either one.

On the cliffs, I had no way out.

But I'm still looking forward to something.

I think of the cat demon who was my husband in my previous life, and I think of the gentle eyes when he looked back at me in the last farewell.

If I had a choice, he would be the demon I really wanted to meet.

But I didn't have a choice.

However, I can't speak, saying that I remember the past, and I remember all kinds of life and death.

I'm just an unfavored princess who was thrown out by the family in exchange for stability.

Even if I die, it's not a big deal, in this palace, there are many unfavored daughters, and there are many candidates for funeral with relatives.

"Have you figured it out?"

Every day, I was asked this question in the morning, noon and evening.

I didn't answer, I always bit my lip, didn't say a word, and stood there coldly.

I'm stubborn, I know.

I spent a lot of time with me all the way.

On the morning of the fourth day, I finally couldn't hold it anymore and passed out.

In that confusion, I seem to have returned to the tenderness of my previous life, the considerate husband, the lover who will hold me and put me to sleep, seems to have never left.

There was soup to fill my belly, soft fur to keep me warm, and gentle whispers in my ear.

In the soft intestines, it is the constant cutting, the chaotic thoughts, the guilt and self-blame that have not yet arrived, and the tears flow first.

For a moment, I thought I had forgiven him, and I thought I still loved him.

Before entering the palace that year, the river lantern we let go together and the advice we wrote down together became another story in an instant?

He went from the way I liked him to the one that broke my heart.

But even so, deep down, I still can't let go of him.

If in that life, I live well, grow old with Miao Qing, and get along longer, perhaps, I can completely forget about it and completely let go of his indifference.

Miao Qing is also very good!

He is also very gentle with me, and he will be very patient and try his best to think about me and think about me.

It's just that the gentleness was interrupted by the sudden intrusion before I had time to think carefully and collect it well.

I think of what we used to say when Mina was buried.

Don't come to me in the next life, and don't wait for me in the next life, even if you wait, there will be no result.

Miao Qing was still obsessed at the time, but I had already thought about it, when there is really an afterlife, no one should remember, and no one should meet again.

Before I could say goodbye, I was never seen again.

Now, reborn, I really haven't seen him.

All the way, I saw all the way.

I don't seem to have much resentment towards him, but I'm not too calm and can face it calmly.

I was so drowsy for three days, and on the morning of the seventh day, I finally woke up.

When I woke up again, it was already at the bottom of the valley, and in the mountains and flowers, I saw the butterflies all the way.

The small river that meanders forward is crystal clear, and the middle of the grass next to it is full of seashell flowers, and in the early morning, it just crosses the valley floor, and the sunlight that shines into the canyon reflects the eyes all the way, glowing with golden luster.

I looked at him, he looked at me, and no one spoke.

Later, I looked at him, folded a seashell flower, came out of that sea of flowers, and stood in front of me.

I looked up at him, and carefully put the flower in my sideburns.

"You look good in it!"

When he said this, he was gentle enough to pinch out the water, and I hurriedly lowered my head, for fear that I would sink into it.

"I built you a little house!"

He dragged me all the way on, over the grassy path, until I came to a small wooden hut that did not look like it.

This room is really ugly, crooked, and it is supported by luck, there are no nails, and there is no fixed structure, so the abrupt pestle is there.

"This house—"

Are you going to stone people to death? I was silent, not knowing what to say.

"The first time I did it, I saw that people were doing it well, I don't know how it got to me, it's like this!"

He shook his head sadly all the way, comforted me, and relaxed, he knew that this house was very dangerous and could not be inhabited. I really want to give it to me, this house needs to be renovated a little more. Read the latest chapter of "All the Way to the Tranquility Claw Book House" for free for the first time.