Ling Yifan hugged Yun Mengyao's body in the room, as if he had forgotten the storage of time, and just hugged it quietly, one day, two days...

In this festive season, there is a deep sadness in Ruixue Village, as if sensing the passing of a life, and even the sky is filled with snowflakes.

Yun Mengyao's smile echoed in Ling Yifan's mind, from the scenes of the Ethereal Sect to the bits and pieces after the encounter in Ruixue Village, Ling Yifan just remembered quietly, sometimes shedding a tear, sometimes showing a smile.

Unconsciously, it has been ten days, Ling Yifan's black hair has slowly turned white, during this time, Ye Yuling did not step into Ling Yifan's room, just quietly guarded the door, she did not bother Ling Yifan, at this time, she knew that everything was pale and powerless.

What Ling Yifan needs is not the comfort of others, he can only slowly get out of that sadness by himself, not to mention Ling Yifan, even Ye Yuling at this time is also sad in his heart, and he always feels that Yun Mengyao has not left.

In the blink of an eye, another three days had passed, and Ling Yifan walked out of the room, he had already sealed Yun Mengyao's corpse, and sealed it in the Baizhang space inside the mysterious orb.

Since he obtained the law, he found that the hundred-zhang space was the legendary living spirit world, which could store things with living beings, in fact, he had already thought of it as early as when 'Xiaotian' could enter it.

As soon as Ling Yifan walked out of the room, he saw Ye Yuling guarding the door, and when he saw Ling Yifan coming out, Ye Yuling hurriedly stood up, with tears on her face.

The moment she saw Ling Yifan, Ye Yuling was stunned for a moment, looked at Ling Yifan with some consternation, and said in a daze: "You, your hair..."

Following Ye Yuling's gesture, Ling Yifan looked at the hair scattered on his shoulders, and saw that the original black hair had turned into white hair like snow.

Ling Yifan couldn't help but sigh, glanced at Ye Yuling and said, "If your sister Mengyao has a spirit in the sky, I don't want you to be too sad! Come back in a few days!"

Ye Yuling nodded sadly, it would be a lie if she didn't want to, but seeing Ling Yifan come out of the room, Ye Yuling was also relieved. At least it shows that Ling Yifan is in a better mood now.

I saw Ye Yuling hesitate for a moment, but still opened her mouth to comfort: "Don't be too sad, I think Sister Mengyao also hopes that you can be happy!"

Ling Yifan nodded, turned around and flew into the sky, disappearing into the mountains in the distance in the blink of an eye.

Not much. Ling Yifan came to a mountain peak, which was where he and Yun Mengyao often visited.

Next to Ling Yifan was a bluestone, and in front of him was a maple forest, but at this time, this maple forest was already covered with snow, and in front of him was a white expanse.

It wasn't in early autumn, when he was sitting here with Yun Mengyao, Ling Yifan came to the front of Qingshi and slowly squatted down. Fingers gently touched the bluestone.

Not long ago, on the day Yun Mengyao left, he brought her here, and Yun Mengyao touched the bluestone in front of him like this.

Thinking of this, Ling Yifan couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart again, the hand that touched the bluestone seemed to be touching Yun Mengyao, and the thoughts swept over like a tide.

Ling Yifan clutched his chest tightly with his left hand, as if this was the only way to relieve the pain in his heart a little.

Looking at the bluestone in front of him, a familiar scene suddenly appeared in front of him, as if Yun Mengyao was sitting here. Snuggled in his arms, the two of them happily admired the red leaves of the maple forest, recalling every moment of the Ethereal Sect.

Thinking about it, Ling Yifan felt a pain in his heart again. The past is still in my ears, but now I am alone, and my heart is full of infinite loneliness.

Ling Yifan glanced at the maple forest, slowly got up and walked forward, he remembered that Yun Mengyao often shuttled through this forest. Picking the maple leaves on the tree resembles a butterfly fluttering.

Ling Yifan walked in the footsteps of Yun Mengyao, walked in front of the maple trees, and recalled the smile that Yun Mengyao had left.

In the end, Ling Yifan returned to the bluestone and sat quietly like this, as if he wanted to imprint every moment here in his mind.

Unconsciously, nearly a day passed quietly, and Ling Yifan was immersed in boundless thoughts until the next day, when he gradually recovered from his thoughts.

I saw Ling Yifan stand up and fly in the other direction, and after a while, he came to a flat clearing, which was also a place where Yun Mengyao often came.

In the past, this was a sea of flowers, which was discovered by Yun Mengyao, and at that time, her favorite thing to do was to run in this sea of flowers.

Ling Yifan stood in the snow, his white hair fluttering in the wind, the cold wind blew on his face, and a burst of coldness suddenly spread throughout his body, all the way to the bottom of his heart, cold to the depths of his soul.

Silently staring at the silver world in front of him, a sadness and sadness unconsciously permeated his heart, and the loved ones around him left him one by one, and now, he was alone.

Ling Yifan couldn't help but say silently in his heart: "Is this my fate?"

With the passage of time, Ling Yifan walked through the familiar mountain tops and familiar rivers, and deeply imprinted the bits and pieces about Yun Mengyao in his mind.

Thinking that day he took Yun Mengyao from a familiar place, and now when he came to these places again, Ling Yifan suddenly felt that although it was not long ago, he felt that things were wrong.

Ling Yifan spent nearly half a month walking silently in every place related to Yun Mengyao, Ling Yifan stood on the top of the last mountain, there was a Tianchi here, like the scenery of the Ethereal Sect's Tianchi Peak.

This is the place where Yun Mengyao comes the most, because, here, it can always evoke more memories for the two.

Standing on the edge of this Tianchi, Ling Yifan's eyes showed a trace of tenderness, he remembered that the first time the two of them made a promise, it was at the Tianchi Peak of the Ethereal Sect, and they often sat here, recalling their youth and ignorance when they entered the sect.

At that time, he didn't dare to have the slightest thought about Yun Mengyao, because Yun Mengyao had caused a lot of trouble, and at that time, he had lost his qualifications, and he was extremely inferior in his heart, and he was secretly worried about whether he could stay in the sect every day.

And Yun Mengyao always wants to help herself, intentionally or unintentionally, and she always pretends to refuse, for the sake of that little bit of self-esteem in her heart, every time she says this, Yun Mengyao will laugh unconsciously.

And when he went to Tianyue Fang, he was inexplicably unhappy with Yun Mengyao, every time he talked about it, Yun Mengyao would give him a blank look, with a self-inflicted expression.

Thinking of this, Ling Yifan unconsciously showed a smile, and couldn't help but think of that during this time in Ruixue Village, Yun Mengyao always deliberately played with him, deliberately quarreled with him, and every time he couldn't parry it, he raised his hand to surrender.

Thinking about it, Ling Yifan sighed, his heart was infinitely melancholy, now how much he hoped that Yun Mengyao could be temperamental to him and could talk to him. However, everything is empty, the past is like smoke, and those beautiful moments can only be slowly found in the memory, and slowly recalled.

Ling Yifan's heart was full of regret, the promise he made to Yun Mengyao had not yet been fulfilled, the time he had accompanied her was too short, if he hadn't married her in the first place, Ling Yifan didn't know how much self-blame and remorse he had!

Thinking of this, Ling Yifan's heart felt a little comforted, and he stood on the edge of Tianchi for a whole day, as if he saw Yun Mengyao standing above Tianchi and smiling softly at him.

Ling Yifan stared at the empty space in front of him, his divine sense suddenly became a little trance, and after a long time, Ling Yifan waved his hand in the sky above the Heavenly Pool, and then turned around and flew back in the direction of Ruixue Village.

It's been half a month since I left Ruixue Village, and when I returned to the familiar thatched hut again, I suddenly remembered the scene of marrying Yun Mengyao in the church.

Slowly walked into the room, a qiē is so familiar and unfamiliar, the familiar figure is no longer there, leaving only the pain of longing and a touch of sadness! )