So quiet.

The sky is full of snow-white pear blossoms, like patches of quiet falling snow, this time the pear blossoms are really pure white, no blood, and there is no sister lying under the tree who is dying.

It is said that when a person dies, the soul returns to the place where it was most nostalgic in life.

How could she be nostalgic for this place, where she cried so much, and it was here that she began her miserable life.

She didn't hate him, she didn't hate him when he blocked that palm for her.

It's just that she is used to pain, so it's better to let her bear the pain of being broken like that, she is not afraid of loneliness, she is only afraid that he will regret giving up the world for her. So, instead of that, she prefers to keep everything in the warm moments, at least giving her a reason to deceive herself.

She had been confused, and she thought that even if she was gone one day, that person would not be half sad.

But how could he not be sad, she obviously saw it with her own eyes, he was holding her so painful that he was suffocating, he loved her so much, he was willing to accompany her to jump off Zhuxiantai, because he loved her, and protected her everywhere, because he loved her, and in the end he was willing to die with her, also because he loved her.

It was because of too much love that he couldn't watch her go step by step towards the road of destruction.

In fact, she has always known this.

But the more this is the case, the more she wants to force him to make that choice, her love has been humble to the point of self-deprecation, she is unwilling to love only herself to death, so even if she dies, she has to let him thoroughly understand what is most important in his heart.

He said that Nuwa didn't create this world to break her bones, so Mozili didn't fall in love with her to die with her.

So Mo Zili, even if she is gone, remember to live well, remember her, and don't forget her. In the future life, if you meet a woman named Gong Qianzhu, remember to hide far away, it will be the catastrophe of his life, which will subvert and destroy his entire life.

The warm breeze with the fragrance of flowers brushed her cheeks, as if someone gently dropped a kiss on her face, under the white pear blossoms flying in the sky, a figure slowly walked from the distant mist, wrapped in green clothes, like a dream. Holding the woman in white who was sleeping quietly in his arms, he stepped softly across the pear blossoms all over the ground, and the person's face seemed to be blurred by the dazzling sun's rays, and he could only vaguely see the faint smile on his lips.

He placed her under the tree, his warm fingers caressing her eyebrows and her eyes inch by inch, everything was so familiar that he was suffocated.

It seems to be back in that year, when she was broken for the first time for the Six Realms, he took back the last Nuwa stone to reshape her body, and at that time, he also carried her here to sleep like this, she slept for so long, he waited for so long.

I still remember thousands of years ago, when she was asleep, she said to him, "Wait for me." ”

He nodded, "I'll wait for you." ”

For thousands of years, he waited, the sea withered and rotten, he waited.

......

"How long will you wait for me?"

"Forever. ”

"How far away is ever?"

"Even if I have turned to ashes, even if the world has changed, I will always wait for you. ”

“...... What if you don't wait for me to come back?"

"Then I'll go and get you back, I'll find you when you go up and down to the Yellow Spring. ”

"Good. ”

She said, OK.

Bamboo, you have had too hard a life in this life, so I think that bamboo, who has no heart, may begin to learn to be a little selfish.

Bamboo, get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be as good as ever.

Bamboo, don't be afraid, I will always be with you.

She slept under the pear blossom tree, and like the dream she had been having, the white pear blossoms fell all over her body, and she would sleep for a long, long time, so long that the falling pear blossoms were enough to bury her whole.

She had a long, long dream, and in the empty and desolate land, a figure familiar enough to make her cry came from the blinding rays of the sun in the distance, and stretched out his hand to her with a smile.

- Bamboo, let's go home.

The smile was warm and captivating, like a star, clean and pure light.