Recently, Miss Su Jiaqi suddenly became seriously ill, with a high fever all day long, bedridden, many imperial doctors in the palace came one after another, and the precious elixir was constantly taken, but the situation was not good, but there was a gradual deterioration trend.

The Su family was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, and everyone had a sad look on their faces.

The head of the family, Su Wenye, had been guarding the bedside, observing Su Yunran's situation, his face became heavier and heavier, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Qin Lan and the others also ran to Su's house as soon as they had time, and later, looking at Su Yunran, who was getting thinner and thinner but still asleep, they all agreed, their eyes were red, their faces were sad all day, and they had no intention of cultivating.

Su Yunran was already very thin, but after a few days of serious illness, he lost a lot of weight, there was no blood on his little face, and his breathing was extremely weak.

A few days later, Nan Shiyan, who had never shown up, rushed over, his hair was slightly messy, his white clothes were slightly wrinkled, and he was obviously in a hurry.

"Master of the Su family."

After entering the room and glancing at the people who were full of sorrow, Nan Shiyan pursed his lips and bowed to Su Wenye.

Su Wenye didn't look back, his eyes always fell on Su Yunran's haggard face, and he only responded lightly: "Young Master Yan." ”

Nan Shiyan didn't care at all, took a few steps forward, came to the bedside, took out a jade bottle, and handed it to Su Wenye.

Feeling Su Wenye's puzzled gaze, Nan Shiyan pondered a little, and said softly: "This is what I rushed back to the master and asked the master to refine, it should be useful to my junior sister." ”

Su Wenye raised his eyes and looked at Nan Shiyan fixedly, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, Fang nodded, reached out and took the jade bottle, poured out the white pill inside, and carefully fed Su Yun to dye it.

Looking at the woman who was breathing weakly on the bed, Nan Shiyan's hand in his sleeve tightened, and a strong dull pain appeared in his heart, as if he had a big hand, tearing his heart mercilessly.

His eyes were slightly red, Nan Shiyan took a deep breath, turned his head slightly, calmed his emotions, his face was extremely complicated, with a deep sense of bitterness.

After a moment of silence, Nan Shiyan stabilized his mind, came to the table and sat down, straightened out his slightly messy robe, and gently swept the table with his wide robe, and a guqin appeared in the field of vision, with a faint halo on the strings.

Without saying more, Nan Shiyan raised his hand, and his slender fingers gently pressed on the strings.

The slow sound of the piano flows from the fingertips, and the tune is soft and turning, like a softly sung ballad, or like a low heart.

Listening to the gentle sound of the piano, everyone in the room couldn't help but raise their eyes and look towards Nan Shiyan.

With warm eyebrows and eyes, a face full of worry, and a body of dust, everyone couldn't help but have a burst of thoughts in their hearts.

Su Wenye listened quietly, his eyes trembled slightly, and his eyes swept over Nan Shiyan on the side casually, but inadvertently, he saw Nan Shiyan's eyes full of heavy thoughts, and he thought for a while in his heart.

Returning his gaze to Su Yunran's pale face, Su Wenye couldn't help but sigh deeply, and his eyes were dyed with a little melancholy.

From the sound of the piano, he actually heard a call, extremely patient, one by one, wholeheartedly, gently calling the beauty, as if it was a lazy spring day, the words of pampering, there was no sense of impatience.

Su Wenye raised his hand, straightened the hair in front of Su Yun's forehead, helped her tuck the quilt corners, and sighed silently.

Nan Shiyan lowered his eyebrows, his fingertips pressed the strings lightly, and the tune was like a turn, with a temperature that could not be ignored, sprinkled throughout the room.

Ling'er suddenly fell seriously ill, and he naturally knew the reason.

He still remembered that back then, when his soul returned to its place, his pleading, that obsession, and such a strong will actually moved him slightly.

He didn't understand why he refused to give up in the end, and he had to forcibly leave a wisp of remnant soul to support him.

When the soul returned to its place, Nan Shiyan inherited all the memories of the end, and the cultivation of the soul was also perfectly matched with the body.

The moment he returned to the throne, Nan Shiyan obviously felt that strong obsession, so stubborn, so stubborn, that he couldn't help but redden.

So, he began to constantly look for the "Ling'er" in the mouth of the end of the world, refusing to let go of even the slightest clue, but he didn't know whether he was helping the end of the world to get liberation, or for something else.

That day in Silent Moon Mountain, he gave the initiative of his body to the end, and injected spiritual power for him to support his nearly depleted remnant soul.

That extreme joy, Nan Shiyan could clearly feel that he could clearly perceive and experience the love and concern for the woman in front of him.

These are all the feelings of the end, but he Nan Shiyan can experience them all.

Others don't know, but Nan Shiyan knows.

As a copied divine soul, it should have dissipated when the divine soul returned to its place, but the process of forcibly leaving a wisp of remnant soul behind was very painful. Moreover, every day, the end of the world will face the danger of dissipation, and every month will have to suffer the pain of heart.

Holding on so hard, even Nan Shiyan couldn't help but marvel.

However, the day when Duan Ya and Ling Er reunite is also the day when Duan Ya ends.

Nan Shiyan clearly remembered that before dissipating, he took a breath of exhaustion, his body was illusory, and he couldn't see it real.

However, even so, Duan Ya still spoke to Nan Shiyan in a serious and stubborn tone: "Nan Shiyan, help me, take good care of Ling'er." ”

Nan Shiyan leaned under a tree, looked at the remnant soul in front of him fixedly, and sighed heavily, with deep helplessness.

"Is it worth it for you to support her so hard just to look at her?"

Wan Ya raised his lips, chuckled, and said slowly: "I promised Ling'er to accompany her to see the evening dew flowers on Silent Moon Mountain, and I can't break my word." ”

Nan Shiyan narrowed his eyes, his eyes were close to the end, and he spoke again, "Is it worth it?" ”

Wan Ya was slightly stunned, smiled slightly, and said solemnly: "It's worth it." ”

Looking at the end of the road that was about to dissipate in front of him, a complicated feeling suddenly rose in Nan Shiyan's heart, and his voice was slightly deep, "However, in the future, she may forget you." ”

His body began to dissipate, and his consciousness began to blur, but he took a deep breath and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just remember her." ”

When the words fell, a gust of night wind blew, and all of the end's bodies dissipated, turning into streamers and scattering one after another.

Nan Shiyan frowned slightly, looking at the scattered points of light, a deep dazed look appeared at the bottom of his eyes, and the figure of the woman in white appeared in his mind, and the hands in his sleeves slowly tightened.

For some reason, Nan Shiyan didn't tell Su Yunran the truth, but continued to spoil her as a desperate person, and in the dead of night, he would always wonder why this was so.

At first, Nan Shiyan would think that Duan Ya was born because of him, and he naturally inherited everything from Wan Ya, including his love for Su Yunran. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie