She saw that the stick was stained with blood. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

The moment the man fell, her heart pounded fiercely.

Soon, however, he got up and staggered toward the figure in an awkward position.

The voice grew clearer, and a hoarse and desperate cry came to her ears.

"Long ...... Long...... You open your eyes and look at me.

…… I'll be able to marry you soon. Please, wake up......"

The humble cry of despair made Ling Qi's heart can't help but tighten.

Her heart hurts and she wants to dig it out.

I want to hug that man, I want him not to be so uncomfortable.

But all she could do was to cry with him......

"Qiqi, Qiqi ......"

A distant voice seemed to come from the sky, and Ling Qi watched the scene in the snow dissipate instantly like a bubble.

And her consciousness was pulled back.

When he opened his eyes, he looked at her with concern at a pair of familiar eyes.

In those eyes, there was no sadness, no despair, not even a trace of crying.

"Did you have any dreams?"

The man's voice was warm, and his slender palm landed on her cheek, wiping the moisture from her sideburns with his fingertips.

Feeling the temperature coming from his palm, Ling Qi subconsciously rubbed it with some attachment.

Kitten-like, delicate and soft movements, like instinct.

Zhan Qianyan's hand paused, a slight smile appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked a charming arc.

"Headache."

Her voice is soft and beautiful, like a coquette.

Hearing this, the smile in Zhan Qianyan's eyes disappeared, and he frowned worriedly.

The hands that helped her wipe her tears moved to her temples on both sides and rubbed them gently, and asked with concern, "Why does it still hurt?" Is it serious? ”

Ling Qi shook his head.

She knew that she shouldn't let herself rely on him like this, but thinking of the dream just now, she could still feel a faint pain in her heart.

Moreover, his hands are really comfortable.

The hand that landed on her temple seemed to have magical power, dispelling the last headache for her, and the whole person was comfortable and just wanted to sleep again.

"Did you just have any dreams?"

After rubbing her for a while, seeing that her brows were stretched out as if she was about to fall asleep again, Zhan Qianyan asked softly.

Ling Qi woke up suddenly, staring at him blankly with wide eyes.

After a long time, he pursed his lips and asked, "Have you ever liked someone else besides talking about it?" ”

Zhan Qian was silent, staring at her with deep eyes.

Ling Qi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the roots of his ears were hot, but his face turned pale.

"Before the long journey, there was no one else."

Zhan Qianyan's deep voice resounded in the room.

Ling Qi stared at him with wide eyes, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "Can you tell me something about you and your words?" ”

Zhan Qianyan withdrew his hand and stared at her for a while, unable to see emotion in his deep eyes.

Ling Qi looked at him quietly.

She wondered.

After a long time, the corners of Zhan Qianyan's mouth twitched slightly, leaning back on the head of the bed, and his voice was slow, "Do you believe in rebirth?" ”

"Reborn?"

Ling Qi looked at him in confusion.

It's already incredible that Yan Man can read minds.

Why is there still a rebirth?

"Well, rebirth."

Zhan Qianyan chuckled lightly and closed his eyes.

"Longevity is reborn. In her previous life, she was beaten to death......"

Zhan Qianyan's voice spread out in the room, and the expression on his face was a little stiff.

His voice overlapped with the desperate crying man in his dream, revealing a trace of emptiness and pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Ling Qi's heart thrashed again.

In the dream, the blood-covered body, as well as the bloody wooden stick that tripped over him, became clear at this moment......