When Ming Qin finished telling this past, his face was no longer as sad as it was at the beginning. He sat there dumbfounded, staring at a white wall, his eyes hollow, as if tears had dried up, and all that would come out was blood.

And now Mingqin, whether it is blood or tears, is gone.

She had clearly been dead for so long, but she was still in this palace.

She used to think that as long as the two truly loved each other and did not misunderstand to hinder them, they would eventually become married.

Unexpectedly, she ended up like this.

The phoenix dove asked quietly, "Are you still uncomfortable?" ”

Ming Qin was slightly stunned, chuckled and shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable, and I don't have any regrets." ”

"Going to leave?" He asked.

"Leave?" She paused, shook her head and said, "I don't want to stay in the palace to accompany him, I don't want to die, and I don't want to wander outside as a lonely ghost." ”

When she said this, her almost transparent body and sad face were reflected in the faint light.

The phoenix dove quietly opened the lampshade and lifted the glazed carved cover up, and the bean-sized fire suddenly ignited, and the goose-yellow light extended from the side of the lamp, firmly wrapping Mingqin's body.

Ming Qin looked back, a little startled, in front of her, a young man stood under the eaves, the light was projected through his body, and when she looked up, the young man also happened to be looking at her.

The appearance of that young man is exactly the same as Feng Yi in the past, and time has not changed, and people's hearts have not changed.

He smiled at her, and he said to her affectionately: "There is nothing but ...... A true heart. ”

He pulled out the fruit that had been hidden in his arms for a long time and placed it gently in her palm.

She smelled the sweet fragrance, felt the red bang fruit in his arms, close to the temperature of his chest, and she held it as if it were a fiery heart.

It doesn't get much better than that.

As if her whole body was warm, she smiled softly.

As if young.

……

……

Watching Ming Qin gradually walk towards the illusion, the look of yearning for beauty was intoxicating. The moment she finally approached the phantom man, countless lights enveloped a crack behind her, gently closing the door to the loop.

After sucking Mingqin's soul, the wick of the soul gathering lamp was slightly brighter, it didn't look so dim, and there was a hint of light pink halo, like Mingqin's persistence and memories.

According to Hui You, it is to collect seven souls with the power of chaos and light the soul gathering lamp, which can be smelted into a spell and break the seal of the god pillar.

The first one was collected very smoothly, but I don't know if the rest of the souls will do the same.

Later, Feng Yi occasionally came to this place, but never came in, always standing outside the courtyard, as if the girl at the beginning was still waiting for him.

Feng Jiu saw his complex and deep eyes, with a face of affection and sorrow, as an outsider, he only sighed.

He loved her, regardless of the original purpose and motives, during that time, she was the only hope and light in his dark life......

But what he wanted, what he wanted to bear was too big and complicated, and he gradually forgot his original intention, perhaps, not forgot, but wishful thinking that no matter what he wanted to do, no matter what he did, that person would be like when he was young, waiting in that palace

But I forgot that the emotions that were too deeply hurt are like a broken mirror, and I can never go back to the beginning.

In life, if you gain some, you will always lose some, and in this confrontation of love, both of them lost.

Lost to time,

Lost to the red dust turmoil,

Lost to ......

Themselves.