Lying on his back on the withered yellow and soft weeds, Meng Ke closed his eyes and silently recuperated, a large amount of bleeding and extreme fatigue made him relax after surviving the crisis, and his whole body seemed to be dismantled, so sore as if there was no place that belonged to him.

The wind is blowing so cold, the land on this island wasteland is so gloomy, so gray, and in the wind and sand, it is even more misty to grasp the edge, just like Meng Ke's mood at the moment, in a trance, a little chaotic.

It was as if someone was calling him, and the sound of this call was extremely distant, as if it was in his ears, faint, strange, and so familiar, who was it? Is it barbaric? But she had clearly been bloodied out of her heart and died, but why did the faint call contain such deep affection? This affection is so soft, it is how moving, and the whispers of the past, the smile by the star pool is no different, the red by the lamp in the dream is integrated into the light eyes, Yingying, like the ripples in the water never ends, and the shallow Xin is dependent on each other as if it appears in front of you, and the beautiful days are so short, as if they have passed all of a sudden......... Now, the call of the soul dream is back, and although it is still so fluttering, it has finally come.........

With his eyes closed, he separated his soul from his mind, wandering lightly in a realm of nothingness but unusually beautiful, and then, the euphemistic and beautiful voice of the call approached, so close that he could even smell the faint fragrance, yes, this fragrance was like a rose flower, so elegant that it was refreshing: "Master Meng......... Master Meng........."

The wound on his body twitched violently, Meng Ke suddenly came to his senses, he sighed silently, stretched out his heavy eyes, Yan Ji was looking down at his face with some trembling, that beautiful face looked a little confused and misty, as if looking at a layer of fog in the middle.

The breath of the square, alas! Yes, it's not shallow and barbaric, it's not the fiancée who has become a different path beckoning, it's Yan Ji, Yan Ji, an innocent girl who is still strange and slowly pours a wave of affection into her heart.

His voice was particularly hoarse, and Meng Ke said in a deep voice: "Is there something?" Miss Yan ........."

Yan Ji's face was confused and confused, and the unique rose fragrance on her body became even stronger, and she said timidly, "You......... Master Meng......... Who were you calling?"

Meng Ke said in a dazed voice: "Who is it called?" Who have I called? ”

Stretching out his hand to tighten the placket for him, Yan Ji leaned closer and said in a low voice: "Just now, you, you kept shouting two words, it sounds like a woman's name........."

Moisturizing his lips, Meng Ke said wistfully: "Really?" ”

Yan Ji's lips spasmed slightly for a while, and finally regained her courage, and said with some trembling: "I......... Can I know who that is?"

Meng Ke's expression was gloomy, he let out a sigh of relief, and said, "You haven't told me yet, I just called those two words!" ”

Hesitating, Yan Ji said in a low voice, "Xiaoxin......... You've been calling Xiaoxin ........."

Shaking his head, Meng Ke turned his face half sideways and said, "That's me...... The fiancée who died not long ago ........."

Yan Ji was a little unspeakably stunned, she lowered her neck very quickly, and there was a suppressed excitement in her voice: "You've been missing her, haven't you?"

Meng Ke was silent for a moment and said, "I have never forgotten." ”

For a while, Yan Ji didn't know what to say, she moved closer and said softly, "Her name is Xiaoxin?" It's a beautiful name, and although you rarely mention it in front of me, I know that she must be gentle and gentle......... Is she really happy......? ”

With a desolate laugh, Meng Ke almost swallowed: "Happiness? ”

Yan Ji was unconscious, and she said in a panic: I ......... I mean she......... She's happy to have a fiancé like you, and it doesn't mean what happened to her......... Don't you get angry......... If I'm wrong........."

Meng Ke sighed silently, turned his face and said, "A husband can't protect his wife, what else is there to praise about this kind of husband?" Miss Yan......... You didn't experience that kind of occasion...... As you pass by......... In this life, you will always be in guilt and pain......... ”

Yan Ji stretched out her hand and gently stroked Meng Ke's hot forehead, but her palm was cold, like a piece of flawless jasper without temperature, so cold that it penetrated the bottom of the other party's heart.

"Your hands are so cold............"

Qian's hand gently rubbed on Meng Ke's forehead, she looked at the pale and haggard face, slightly melancholy, and her voice seemed to be lost in smoke: "Master Meng......... If you avenge her, do you have any other plans for the rest of the day? I mean, about living the kind of life you used to live again? I thought, it must be very warm, very sweet.......... ”

Silently staring at her for a while, Meng Ke said, "I haven't thought of these yet...... It's not an easy task, but for some reason, I'm starting to get tired of life...... Best...... It's better not to have any more people and love, and I have a fate. ”

Yan Ji's expression just now was already very explicit, with her self-esteem and personality, she had done her best to do this, now, what else could she say? She couldn't tell Meng Ke clearly that she was willing to marry him, that she was willing to follow him, this, in the current environment, was not what she should say, and she couldn't open her mouth, what did she say?

In fact, Meng Ke is a lover after all, how can he not know the meaning of the girl in front of him who meets in the water and is grateful to him? However, infinite resentment entangled him, his fiancée's eyes were not blind, and the love of the sea was still lingering, and the future was so boundless?

Now, it's too early to talk about the future, the brute's resentful crying is like a dream every night, and the bloody and tragic scene seems to be still in front of him, so how can he let go and accept another emotion? You can't mistake yourself, and then mistake others, although this emotion is within reach, but how difficult and heavy!

Selucently, Yan Ji said, "Master Meng, what are you thinking?"

Meng Ke tried to squeeze out a wry smile and said: "I'm thinking, the circumstances of life are really delicate, we are from the north and the south, everywhere, but we will meet and know each other in that special situation...... The moment we met, we would never have imagined that we would meet in such ......a situation. ”

Focusing on the dark night, Yan Jijie said in a low voice: "As the saying goes, everything is born due to fate, but is this considered fate?" ”

Meng Ke closed his eyes and said, "I think so......... I don't know the cause of this cause, and ......... and the fruit of the fate........."