The toxins on Ying's body have already been cleaned up, and the wounds have been treated with great care. Ying feels that the woman who can be taken care of and loved by Huan in the future must be the happiest person in the world.

"What kind of place is this?" Ying looked at the smoky city, wondering why she had brought her here.

"You've been at home for too long, I'm afraid you're going to be stuffy," said Huan softly, how old he was, how many years she hadn't left home, and she was almost cut off from the world. He took Ying's hand, walked forward, and said, "You're going to like it here." ”

One by one, the guards fell to the ground, snoring in satisfaction, sinking in sweet dreams, and if they could live their lives drunk, perhaps some would be willing to never wake up.

During the time when he left home, he spent a lot of time and energy looking for this city, not to mention that ordinary people couldn't find this city at all.

Xun's hands were still wrapped with the silk that Xi Yao tied for him, and he was suspected of scratching his boots, but the unbearable pain in the tiger's mouth did not affect Xun's mood at all, he was still as gentle as a brocade flower on the green mound, elegant and refined.

Yingying followed Xun to wander in the city, ancient and mysterious, exquisite carvings, revealing spiritual ornaments, simple and gorgeous, not cumbersome and redundant at all. The air was cool, not dry, not stuffy, not hot, the humidity was just right, fresh and pleasant, and her fingers brushed along the smooth brick walls, as if walking in a dream.

Every girl has fantasized that she is a princess, living in a beautiful castle, waiting for her prince to appear, and living happily ever after.

The hem of the silk skirt brushed over the countless steps, but it was not stained with a single stain, and the orange candle flame was reflected on the surface of the steps, and she looked at the figure, curious to see what kind of end he would lead her to this way.

He stepped up the last step and pushed open a heavy iron door, and he turned his head to look at the expectant Ying, the face illuminated by the candle flame was particularly charming.

"What's behind the door?" asked Ying, curious.

"It's freedom. He replied with a smile, he turned around and pulled her across the threshold, not being bound is freedom, with freedom will she feel happy, he will not let her be bound by hidden troubles, he wants to give her complete freedom and give her real happiness.

The cool breeze blew through her cheeks and long hair, she looked up at the night sky, the bright stars, so close, the starlight fell all over her light purple eyes, she couldn't help but reach out her hand, her fingertips actually touched a star.

A subtle touch came from her fingertips, and Ying turned her head to look at her in disbelief, only to catch a glimpse of roses all over the wall. She turned, her fingers covering her startled and slightly open mouth, only to find that roses had grown all over the castle.

There was a pink petal on her slender eyelashes, she reached out to touch it, a faint fragrance, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a rain of pink petals falling from the starry sky.

"What kind of flower is this?" Ying had never seen such a flower, the size of her fingernails, disturbing and beautiful.

"Cherry blossoms. "Ko stared dotingly at those incredible light purple eyes, cherry blossoms, flowers that belonged to her, just like her name, too beautiful to words.

"Cherry Blossom ......" Ying followed the recitation, she spread out her palms, and then fell a rain of petals, petals fell on her long hair, fell on her dress, she was like a flawless elf, came to a paradise.

No one could see the pattern blocked by the silk as she struggled to die, and a smile of relief and warmth appeared on her face, even if it was fake, so what, as long as she felt happy. Even if it is a hallucination in a dream, he can collect all the good things and move them to reality just for her, and smile.

The most beautiful flower is the smile that blooms on Ying's face, and this time, it is a real smile, not an ethereal smile in her dreams.

Ying stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and kissed her on the lips.

He was stunned, the tenderness on his face instantly froze, and he didn't know where to place it, he took two steps back, his body against the guardrail behind him, and his ten fingers buckled on the railing at a loss.

Ying tilted her head sideways, smiling like a flower, warm as a trickle, and called another person's name to her, "Yan ......"

Time froze, and the night breeze blew away the long silver-white hair and snow-white robes, but it never came close to the distance.

That's right, this is a vague tassel, can't distinguish between reality and dreams, can't distinguish between son and husband, can't distinguish between Wei and Yan, this is the real her, a woman who troubles Wei. The tenderness on his face was softened again by the night breeze, but there was too deep sadness hidden in his smile, and the guilt that could only be borne by him alone could not extricate himself after all.

"I can't figure out the situation, it's a real headache to mess around like this, next time, don't do such a thing again, you'll regret it. He stepped aside and plucked a rose, his finger punctured by the thorn in the stem, and a bead of blood came out.

Ying didn't seem to understand Xun's words at all, and she didn't care, so she walked up to Xun, reached out to support Xun's hand, looked at the blood beads on his fingers, her red lips opened slightly, and she lowered her head.

The untouchable gentleness is the most cruel blood, and she felt the warm and soft touch of her fingertips, and she looked at Ying, what was she doing? She was pushing him into a hell from which she would never recover! But, how real, it made people sink, maybe it would be good to live with her like this, leave the bottom line of morality behind, and fall brilliantly and rot gorgeously together in this city.

Whenever she feels happy, she only has another person in her eyes, even if it is a son, and she is ruthlessly excluded, as if she has no son at all, no friends, she is an orphan girl, she has only one lover.

However, for Huan, even if she doesn't recognize the real him, at least he can accompany her quietly, and when she feels happy, he can stand aside and stare at her, taking in her smile.

Ying raised her head, looked at the rose in her other hand, and then looked at the cherry blossoms in the sky, and seemed to be a little troubled. She liked roses at first, and she always liked roses, just as she had always liked them, but why did she suddenly think that cherry blossoms were more beautiful?

"Sakura, what is it?" Ying suddenly asked in confusion, she raised her head, let the pink petals brush her cheeks, she looked at the cherry blossom rain under the starry sky, and said, "What the hell are cherry blossoms?"

"Huh?" said in a trance, she had just called his name, and she recognized him again, and said, "Cherry blossoms, a kind of flower that grows on trees, flowers that do not like to bear fruit, they like to be free, they like to fly in the sky, and they are flowers that symbolize happiness." ”

"A flower that symbolizes happiness...... It's so beautiful, I like it very much, and when I get home, let's plant cherry blossoms in the yard, okay?"

"Good. He replied, knowing that if she liked it, he might plant it all over the world.

“...... Yan, what does it look like?" Ying turned her face and looked at Huan suspiciously, "I can't remember his appearance, I love him, I can dream of him every day, but I suddenly found that I can't remember his face for a long time......"

"How do I know, I haven't seen him again. He said that he didn't know that he was lying, because he didn't want to know, he let go of his hand, and the rose in his hand was blown away by the wind and suspended in midair, and he moved his fingers, and the rose instantly cracked, shattered into blood-colored powder, and scattered around.

"Are you angry?"

"Nope. ”

"But I feel it," Ying looked at her stubbornly, "why are you unhappy?

"I'm fine, as long as you're happy and you want to see him, I'll turn into a 'him' and send it to you. ”

"Change?" Ying lowered her head in disappointment, "That's fake, isn't it?"

"It can be true, as long as you're willing to believe it. "Xun didn't swear an oath, nor did he follow the temptation, but a calm face, as long as he believed, even if it was just an illusion, it could also give people stability.

"Xun, really a gentle teenager, will give people a sense of hope, I don't know who will be lucky enough to meet such a beautiful you in the future, you will be happy for a lifetime. Ying leaned against the guardrail, closed her eyes, and felt the dreamlike reality, if she could, she hoped that she was vague and stupid at the moment, but she was extremely awake.

The corners of Xun's mouth raised a helpless smile, except for you, there will be no one, but unfortunately, you are close in front of you, but far away in the world. Bear the gloomy misfortunes, and be content to see you standing in the sun and smiling happily. As you say, give you a feeling of hope and give you a lifetime of happiness.

"You said that you won't forgive me, why?"

"Because you're cruel and irresponsible. He replied with a smile, but there was no blame in his blue eyes, where could he bear to criticize her, she shouldn't give him any illusion other than his mother, but she was the opposite, except that she didn't look like a mother, everything was fine.

"I'm sorry......," Ying said guiltily.

He was silent, looking into the distance, his blue eyes full of sadness.

Yingying has dreamed of countless beautiful scenes, although she will forget when she wakes up, but at this moment, a familiar feeling comes to her heart, and the scenes that she looks forward to but dare not think about are presented in front of her again and again, she should have known that it was the hand that passed by.

Did Xun create Ying's dream, or did Wei steal Ying's dream?

Since when did the young man in Yingmeng Realm no longer be the Yan of the year, but the gentle and delicate Huan who hides endless sorrow? Ying knows that the person standing beside her at this moment is Huan, a line of silent tears slid down the corners of her eyes, and her chest ached faintly. She knew why he was unhappy, why he was sad, why he forbeared, because she was what he couldn't talk about.

Is it that she can't tell the difference between reality and dreams, or has someone replaced her unfortunate reality with a dream that is too happy? Is it that she can't tell the difference between her husband and her son, or has that husband long since disappeared in the traces of time? Ying didn't dare to continue to think about it, didn't dare to get to the bottom of this doubt, but she clearly knew it at a glance. She didn't dare to face it, and she unknowingly destroyed a gentle and beautiful teenager, who turned out to be her son.

She is deeply sinful, but she has the most beautiful dream in the world, and she occupies the most gentle person, she really deserves to die. How can she atone for her evil deeds, how can she redeem him, what should she do in exchange for his freedom and happiness?