After searching for a while, Mu Qingyan finally found the cave in the picture.

She rolled over and dismounted, and couldn't wait to run in.

Inside the dark cave, the silence was eerily silent, and even her own breathing could be heard very clearly.

Mu Qingyan's heart panicked inexplicably.

The fire fold was handed forward, and with the dim moonlight that came in from outside the cave, Mu Qingyan saw Yun Che's swaddling clothes on the cold ground of the cave.

Mu Qingyan's heart jumped suddenly, and it almost jumped to her throat, she had never been so panicked and scared.

She finally arrived, but at this time, her heart was retreating, afraid, and retreating.

In the end, Mu Qingyan walked over, knelt down on both knees, and opened the swaddling clothes on the ground.

Then the light of the fire fold and the cold moonlight, Mu Qingyan saw the clouds in the swaddling clothes.

His face was pale, his eyes were closed, his body was cold, and even the blood on his wrists and swaddling clothes was coagulated.

Mu Qingyan trembled, stretched his fingers under Yun Che's little nose, and lost his breath...

She lowered her head and pressed her ear to Yun Che's chest, and there was no heartbeat...

She reached out and touched Yun Che's small body, there was no temperature...

"Ahh

Mu Qingyan hugged Yun Che's corpse, and let out a heart-rending cry, startling the bats hidden in the cave, adding a bit of death.

"Che'er... My Che'er!ah..."

Mu Qingyan never thought that she was still late, and her Che'er was drained alive and died of blood.

She hugged Yun Che in her arms tightly, trembling all over her body, crying silently.

On the outskirts of the wilderness, in the dark Luze Mountain, Mu Qingyan cried loudly, cold and lonely.

This morning, she was still holding a 100-day feast for him, and he was still smiling at her, and he was still coquettish in her arms.

The soft body, the tiny fingers, the slippery face, everything, was replayed in her head.

Yun Che, her Yun Che...

So young, so fragile, alone, lying in this wilderness, in a cold cave, bleeding all day, until death...

He must be in a lot of pain, he must be very scared, he must be asking, why didn't his mother come to save him?

Mu Qingyan was holding Yun Che's corpse, the bone marrow of his whole body was aching, trembling, and even his breathing was almost stagnant.

"Che'er, my Che'er... It's me who is sorry for you..."

Mu Qingyan never thought that Yun Che's death was not a destiny written by Yao Ji, but a destiny of heaven.

Can't be reversed, can't be changed.

So what is the destiny of this life?

What else can she change?

She thought that she could walk towards happiness in this life after she walked out of the shadow of the previous life and out of the prison cell in her heart.

It turns out that everything is just delusion, everything is just illusory.

If nothing could be changed, why would she have to change?

Mu Qingyan felt so powerless, so sad, so ridiculous.

In the dark cave, under the silent wilderness, the low whimper of the night wind seems to be singing a sad song of parting.

Mu Qingyan knelt on the ground on both knees, hugging Yun Che's cold corpse tightly, crying silently.

I don't know how long it took, she gently put Yun Che down and took out the dagger in her sleeve.

"Che'er, my mother is here to avenge you. ”

As soon as Mu Qingyan's dagger opened, the cold light flashed, and he cut towards his throat.

In the next moment, a mana struck and knocked off the dagger in her hand.