It is providential to meet you, and I want to be good to you because you are really good. The fate of this world may have nothing to do with Fengyue, but it is just no confusion and no vain.

—Soul into a dream, May 29, 2018.

……

When Zhong Shuqin woke up, it was already night.

The midsummer night should have been hot and irritating, perhaps because the mountains in the Falling Star Mountain were deep and the cold was too heavy, she only felt that the blood and meridians all over her body seemed to be frozen, and her heart, liver, spleen and lungs twitched and shivered......

Pain!

Indescribable pain!

At that moment, it seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword, as if it had been split in half with a strong and fierce force, and as if it had been crushed mercilessly.

The tingling, the tearing, the bone-crushing pain tore her remaining lethargy to pieces after a moment of dullness, but it also knocked her newly awake consciousness to pieces.

Without thinking, she instantly understood her situation.

The moment she opened her eyes, she was dazzled by the bright red that filled the room.

The tent of bright red silk hanging overhead, layer after layer on the beams of the room, the orange candle light through the veil, reflected the drowsy decadence of the room...... Even the figure on his body seems to have softened.

…… But that's just what it seems.

After an instant, Zhong Shuqin's eyes couldn't help but float with a layer of hazy mist.

The medicinal effect of the Qi Transformation Pill has not yet passed, and his body is so weak that he can't even move a finger.

After a moment's pause, the person on her body penetrated and slammed mercilessly, with a ferocious force, as if to tear and shatter her.

It was so painful that I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't even shed a drop of cold sweat, but I just ...... There is some inexplicable fear.

The skin that touched it from time to time was hot and hot, and the heavy breath brushed the side of her neck, and she forced her broken consciousness, and in a trance, she could only see the side face of the person in the candlelight.

But it is...... It was like the boy she saw for the first time that day.

“…… It...... Ink. ”

Yan Zhimo, could it be you?

Ink ......

……

On that day, I also woke up in severe pain.

The difference is that when she woke up in agony as if her whole body had been shattered, she saw the quiet woods, the sun was shining, and she saw the immortal who had been left behind.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in white, with a handsome appearance and picturesque eyebrows, he is not as delicate as a mortal. The sunlight smeared a hazy and dreamlike golden light on him, and the young man's slender willow eyebrows flew and disappeared into his sideburns, and a scarlet mark between his eyebrows looked bold and vivid. The narrow phoenix eyes picked out a seductive arc, the pure black eyes were as clear and luscious as glass, reflecting her small shadow, the crimson lips were slightly hooked, and the corners of the young man's eyes and eyebrows were filled with a warm smile......

At that moment, she seemed to hear the sound of melting snow and ice, the flowers were all blooming, the birds were singing happily, and she seemed to be immersed in the warm water, without pain...... Her whole world was filled with warmth.

Maybe it was the angle they were in, maybe the sun was too bright, or maybe it was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes, she had just been given a new life......

However, no matter what, the figure of the young man was deeply imprinted in her mind and could never be erased.

At that time, "she" fell off a cliff and was seriously injured and near death.

The boy just said a word to her and gave her a healing elixir......

But teach her to never forget it to this day!

Now, according to the time she met the teenager, three years have passed.

Later, she asked someone to inquire and confirm, but only found a piece of information that was not certain, guessing the possible identity of the young man, and over the years, she has been trying to find him, but every time she is always disappointed.

For some reason, this person resembles and resembles her teenager......

"Ink ......?"

The man seemed to hear the whisper that was inaudible, and raised his hand to dip the crystal of his sideburns to his lips and licked it, frowning slightly.

Ink!

……

(End of chapter)

Minesweeper: The protagonist of this article...... It's 1v1 (at least the soul is)! There is a deputy CP, who writes stories and does not write routines.

It should be a two-way sweet pet, there may be abuse, but the author is a glass heart, and he can't afford to abuse ~ Even if there is, there won't be much.

The author's brain circuit is not normal, and he encounters strange settings and bugs...... Let's assume you didn't see it!

The first 32 chapters of this article are in normal chronological order, and after 33 are memories, because they are writing about the past, it may be a little slow to heat ~

It's probably sauce purple~