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(One hundred and sixty-six) a dream scene

"Miss, what's wrong with you, miss?"

Luanluo's anxious voice suddenly came from a distance, which made Tang Wan'er shake her mind for a while, but she couldn't hear clearly, not at all.

Seeing the current situation, Luan Luo hurriedly helped Tang Wan'er, and then helped her back to her room to rest.

For Tang Wan'er, it's not just physical pain.

It's an ancient ode that is dissipating and singing.

She fell into a coma.

But suddenly a mysterious picture appeared in my mind.

The man in the picture has only a broad back, which seems to have never been seen.

But why did this person appear?

He stood on the top of the cliff facing the wind, his headband fluttering, and his clothes flowing. He held the sword in his hand.

He relied on that sword to fight the end of the world.

[You say, you hope to see me stand on top of everyone one day.] Because I was so high-spirited back then, I only wanted to fight grievances, and I wanted to break through the rivers and lakes to make people remember that there was such a chivalrous man...... But in the end, even you can't catch it. 】

Who is it?

Who is saying these poignant words?

Then, Tang Wan'er watched him pick beautiful flowers every day, and the flowers she couldn't name had a faint purple color. The mist-like purple color looks like a pale touch of color on a watercolor painting.

Fresh flowers are placed in an empty room every day. On the table in the room was a vase with flowers.

[It's been ten months since you left, and I should go back to live my own life, instead of coming here to remember your past. But why didn't you say a word and leave? Am I dispensable to you? 】

Tang Wan'er finally saw the man's face clearly, it was an ugly face with tears, in fact, the man's face was not ugly, just because of a handful of snot and tears, crying so miserably, people couldn't help but feel pity.

Tang Wan'er knew that the man couldn't forget someone, and he still cried in the days when someone had left.

Maybe it's not that she doesn't say it, but that she can't say it anymore, she thought.

Isn't life and death, how can there be such a sad and profound pain?

Is it the Grim Reaper who separates the two who love each other?

As the man was secretly hurting himself, the door of the wooden house creaked, and someone pushed the door in. The white light shines like the light of salvation.

The man suddenly stopped crying and stood up. When he heard the door open, he was so busy running over that he tripped himself up, and he was so embarrassed that he laughed at himself.

It is this clumsiness, the clumsiness that is different from that of ordinary days, that shows the man's panic.

Joy and anxiety alternated on his face, and hope and despair followed.

Is that you? Are you here? Did you come to me?

There is still the last glimmer of hope.

The man who fell to the ground struggled to his feet.

At this time, he no longer cares about what image is not imaged.

He hoped that behind that door was the person he had been thinking about.

He hoped that even hallucinations would make it happen.

However, he stopped, and his smile froze.

[Owner, it's time to set off, if it goes on like this, the owner's body will collapse...... Owner's ......】

The dream was shattered in this sentence.

[Get out!] Get out of here! I don't want to see your face! If it weren't for you! If it weren't for you...... How could Wanrong! It's all you......]