Little by little, the water soaked the corners of her eyes, turning into a trace of coldness, freezing her breathing, scattering her long hair, spreading out her skirt, and slowly sinking.

The world has finally regained its tranquility.

Let's indulge in it like this...

There is no hustle and bustle, no morning and twilight, and nothing disturbs the inner right and wrong.

It was as if she saw a familiar face approaching her.

Gradually clear, gradually brighter.

She saw Jing Mohao, is she about to leave this world...

She smiled, bright but sad.

She is finally going to leave this world peacefully, and she can finally see her Jing Mohao without distractions...

She slowly reached out her fingers and tried to touch his cheek, but scratched in the water and couldn't.

The man reached out and grabbed her outstretched fingers, placed them on his cheek, and stared at her affectionately.

Luo Xi opened his mouth, and bubbles overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Jing Mohao, I'm sorry, I'll go first."

The voice was faintly ethereal, but also extremely weak.

"I'm here, where are you going?"

I didn't expect the man to reply, and his voice was deep and sonorous.

Luo Xi was slightly stunned, and his mind returned slightly.

The surrounding light gradually brightened, and Luo Xi found that he was not sinking at the moment, but rising.

Luo Xi stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's collar tightly.

What she feared most at the moment was not death, but miserable torture.

But she has no control over it, and can only let the world do whatever it wants with her.

The body is still rising, the tide is receding, and the light returns to the bottom of the eye.

Bright light is cast through the high window frames, facing away from the light, and the familiar back is reflected in the slightly sober eyes.

"Jing Mohao..."'s voice was a little dry, it could be seen that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he hadn't drunk water.

Jing Mohao's eyes were filled with guilt that could not be concealed, his arms tightened slightly, he held the woman firmly in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I'm late." ”

Luo Xi was stunned, shook his head, bent the corners of his mouth, and didn't say anything.

My body was a little weak, and the cold sweat on my body was still oozing out.

Jing Mohao hugged her distressedly, "Are you okay?" We'll go home now. ”

Luo Xi's face was still very pale, and his fingers tightly clasped the man's collar, staring at him.

Jing Mohao hugged her and stood up, and Luo Xi saw that there were two people standing behind him, Lu Cheng and Ling Feng, and their bodies tightened subconsciously.

Jing Mohao sensed her sensitivity, pressed her lips against her cold forehead, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

Luo Xi grabbed him tighter, and kept muttering, "Hurry up... Let's go..."

Jing Mohao glanced at the two people behind her, not knowing where her sudden appearance of vigilance came from, but she still responded with a "yes".

As he spoke, he turned and walked to the door, kicked open the tall iron door, and walked out.

Luo Xi walked out of the gate and crossed the man's shoulder, only to find that the place where he was was actually a tall iron tower of copper color, and the iron wall of the copper wall reached into the sky, and the top was not visible.

Have you been in this tower all along?

Why do you experience strange illusions again and again, is it all because of this tower?

If everything I've seen before is an illusion, what about this moment?

Is this moment a fantasy or is it real?

The Jing Mohao she sees now is really him, or is he she fantasized about...