But she still held back her tears, smiled as much as she could, and asked, "Who is the person you love?"

"Xinglin, he's really stupid, obviously the one on the demon slaying platform is just my body, but he still talks to me all day long, until the red leaf illusion is broken, and my consciousness returns to my body. But I don't remember what he said to me, I don't remember what he looked like, I just know that I woke up in a warm embrace. It's just that the warmth is too short-lived, and it disappears. ”

"What about the others?" Lingxi asked.

"All that remains of the others is a wisp of geism, and when he snatched me away that day, he himself was wounded by the circle. When I woke up, he had his last breath left, and before he could say a word, he died, I didn't know him at the time, but I wanted to save him. I protected the last wisp of his sense, but one day he disappeared by himself......" Daylight said, "but this last wisp of consciousness was killed by you just now. ”

Lingxi thought of the White Wolf King for a moment, and then an ominous premonition appeared in his mind.

"Impossible......"

"Hongya, you are really ruthless. Dayhua smiled and left a tear in his eyes and said, "Over the years, you have changed and become more ruthless. People like you should never be able to have someone to love......"

Before the words fell, Dayhua's body suddenly became golden light, and then wrapped Lingxi with golden light.

"Don't!" shouted Lingxi, trying to save it all. But she knew that she was going back to the normal world, and painful emotions filled her whole body. How much she wanted to tell herself that all this destruction was just a hallucination that the painting had produced her, a big dream, and that it would all disappear when she returned to the world.

Who cares about a dream?

She desperately wanted to run away, but the pain grew louder and deeper, and she screamed loudly until there was darkness in front of her, and a black vortex sucked it in.

When she opened her eyes again, she had indeed returned to her normal world, and everything that happened in the painting was not a dream.

......

A burst of white light bloomed, and Bai Junqian and everyone were so dazzled that they closed their eyes. The next moment, they saw Lingxi standing in front of them in a sluggish manner, holding the scroll tightly in her hands, and when she moved, she fell down all at once.

"Am I wrong...... tears slipped from her eyes and down her temples to the ground, "Am ......I wrong?" came out of her mouth, and her eyes gradually became dull, and her thoughts began to sink into the dream made of memory.

Before she could struggle, she found herself in the deepest part of the pool, and a large gulp of water seemed to pour in from her mouth and nose, and there was a sharp pain in her lungs, and soon the pain was gone.

Lingxi opened his eyes and watched as the sunlight of this word merged into white spots in the water, gathering together, and in an instant, they shattered into countless pieces, rippling away with the undulating ripples.

After a few moments, Lingxi felt herself fall to the bottom of the water, and the thick mud wrapped her in a desperate heaviness.

It seems that everything is over, above the water is a world of struggle, there is no sound under the water, she seems to have returned to the ethereal mountain, when and where is quiet, in that beautiful environment separated by a quiet world of her own, burning incense, reading, free.

Then came the smiling faces of the boys, the cranes, and the light sailors...... It's all like it's true, but it's clearly fake.

When Lingxi opened her eyes again, it was already early morning a few days later, and this dream was extremely long, but after waking up, there were only some fragments left, but the sad and miserable mood remained in her heart, and she could not forget it for a long time, and she still held the painting tightly in her arms.

She closed her eyes and left tears in her eyes.

Through the light veil, this south-facing dormitory is furnished in a simple and elegant manner, and there is a faint smell of the old times in the air.

She was lying on an eight-foot bed carved with withered vines and grapes, and the incense burner at the head of the bed was blue and white jade porcelain with gold threads, and the light blue pattern was like wisps of light, and it was also like the shadow of a tree in midsummer.

She got up, but there was no one in the room.

But when she wanted to get out of bed and walk to the window, Bai Junqian walked in, and saw Lingxi standing in front of the window, her body was a little thin, and the silk curtain in front of the window wrapped the dazzling light into a soft appearance, pouring into the room like flowing water, and the appearance of no one in this incense room was a little unreal.

After being silent for a long time, Lingxi did not speak, nor did he look at Bai Junqian.

"Are you okay?" Bai Junqian asked when he saw that Lingxi's face was a little pale.

Lingxi looked out the window and let out a muffled "um", but his nose was a little sour.

At this time, Bai Junqian handed her a cup of hot tea, she didn't take it for a long time, but Bai Junqian didn't move his hand away, still frozen in mid-air.

Lingxi had no choice but to take it, a burst of fragrance came to his face, in the green tea, a few green tea leaves stretched out, lying at the bottom of the cup, like a beautiful eye, and like no lips, Lingxi took a sip gently, moistened into the throat, and the mouth was indeed a sweet taste.

But after only drinking this sip, she never drank it again, looking at the ripples in the teacup in a daze.

"This is the green snail in the south of the Yangtze River, although it is not precious, but fortunately, it is moist and not greasy, and the mouth is sweet, which can relieve the bitterness of the tip of the tongue after just waking up. ”

Hearing this, Lingxi didn't speak, looking at the rolled or Shu tea leaves, his eyes flashing.

"Lingxi......" Bai Junqian's tone was a little pleading, as if he wanted Lingxi to tell him about her loss in the painting after seeing Lingxi's state, after all, after the brief conversation with Lingxi, the picture also disappeared.

Lingxi was stunned for a moment, she loosened the hand holding the tea cup, but she never spoke. Her heart was now occupied by a complex emotion, which made her unable to laugh at all, let alone talk to Bai Junqian like before, as if she was complaining about Bai Junqian.

"What's wrong? Is it because of what the teacher said?" Bai Junqian said.

"No......" Lingxi lowered his head in a dumb voice and looked towards Bai Junqian. But under Bai Junqian's call again, she raised her head and looked at Bai Junqian, the original intimate distance between the two was now like a heavy mountain and a heavy water, swirling. Lingxi's bright eyes concealed the vivid pleasure of weekdays, with a faint look of dislike and sadness.

Then Chang Yuechen came in and found that the atmosphere between the two of them was not right, so he pulled Bai Junqian out and said, "Let Lingxi be quiet." ”

Lingxi bit her lower lip tightly, and the moment Bai Jun Qian left the room, a tear slipped from his eyes, cold and sad.

The sunlight caressed the window and fell on the delicately colored window paper, reflecting the soft and warm light like pink pearls, the roots were crystal clear, like silk threads extending from the window to the air, gradually from visible to invisible, like a leaping tail note slowly dissipating in the wind in a reluctant trembling.

Lingxi sat alone in the room, his eyes fell on the tea handed over by Bai Junqian, obviously it was already cold, but he still didn't want to let go.

"Master...... I'm so uncomfortable. ”