Qing Yu returned to the guest room that had already been settled, but he didn't know why he was always a little unsure.

Someone brought dinner over, it was quite sumptuous, but Qingyu had no appetite, she ate some casually, then bathed and changed clothes, and lay on the bed.

It was still early, she couldn't sleep, and after lying in bed for about an hour, she put on her coat and walked out.

The room that Meng Yushu arranged for her was located on the edge of a low cliff on the top of the mountain, a small two-story building, quiet and quiet, and not crowded with other people who came to participate in the ceremony.

She walked to the railing on the second floor, and from a distance, she could see half of the Sword Spirit Sect built on the mountain, at this time, the lights were lit, and the bright jewel-like stars in the sky were intertwined, thinking that tomorrow should be a good day.

She didn't know how long she stood until she felt a little tired, so she turned around and prepared to leave, but at the moment when she was about to turn around, she suddenly saw a figure striding past on the bridge connecting the two courtyards in the distance.

Ink hair flying, a slightly casual ink-colored robe, wide cuffs gently swaying in the breeze, she didn't see his face, but the silhouette reminded her of the first day of the summer at once.

When Qing Yu looked closely, the person had already disappeared, as if what she had just seen was just an illusion on her part.

Qing Yu stood still with one hand on the railing, staring in that direction for a long time in a daze before turning to leave.

What the hell is wrong with her today?

Why do you think of the first day of summer so often?

Qing Yu lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and didn't know how long it took to fall asleep.

In the dream, she once again returned to five hundred years ago, back to the square of the imperial tomb, and fell into her arms as soon as Xia Chu was covered in blood.

She desperately tried to send him energy to save his life, but he fell a drop of blood into her heart.

Qing Yu stood there as if nothing, looking at the man in the square who fell in her arms, and her heart throbbed.

"I told you a long time ago that the Blood Lotus must be unsealed with the blood of the heart."

"The first day of summer! The first day of summer! ”

"Summer Chuyi, you'd better forget me."

The voice was clear and seemed to linger in her ears, over and over again, Xia Chuyi, you better forget me.

She suddenly came to her senses and sat up, and the little one in her belly seemed to sense her emotions and kicked her gently.

Qing Yu put her hand on her abdomen, felt her daughter's movement, and gently closed her eyes: "Xia Chuyi, are you blaming me, haven't you gone to you until now?" ”

With a sigh of relief, Qing Yu suddenly found that she seemed to be trapped by a feeling, she was worried that when she found Xia Chuyi, he would not be what she wanted, so she repeatedly delayed time,......

There was a faint slight heat in her chest, Qingyu pressed her hand on her heart, and then gently pulled out a rope from the neckline, and the rope was hung with a white bead, this jade bead was left by Xia Chuyi, she initially thought it was just an ordinary jade bead, but some time ago, she seemed to feel that it was slightly hot.

And now, once again, she felt the slight heat of the bead.

What's going on?

Is Xia Chuyi reminding her, urging her to find him, or is it ...... Or is it very likely that the first day of summer is actually nearby?