The woman saw it, really saw him.

Feng Xue was also surprised because the corpse on the ground looked exactly like her, except for the different clothes and different ages.

Even under severe pain, the woman still smiled: "As expected, you were sent by him, and he asked you to make us meet."

Feng Xue was stunned and muttered: "No, I don't know him."

"It's him, but it's not him. To be precise, it's my destiny and his. We are destined to meet.

Even if they are not on this dance floor, they will be in the woods in the suburbs, in the teahouse downstairs, or at a banquet when they grow old.

All this is fate, including you."

As the woman spoke, the wound seemed to be stretched and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Xue hurriedly tried to support her and take her to the hospital.

But he forgot that death is also an arrangement of fate, and the two of them are destined to get what they want but not get.

It is destined that he only has this short-term fate, and he cannot touch women at all.

"Can you marry me? Are you willing to be with me?" Feng Xue said these words by accident.

He didn't say it for himself, but for this man, to satisfy the regret in the woman's heart.

The woman smiled and said calmly: "Thank you."

Holding the man's hand, she lay down quietly, her smile as sweet as a flower. At least, she finally heard those words.

Although he didn't say it himself, she knew that he must have such an obsession.

Otherwise, I would not have crossed time and space to speak to myself in this way.

Otherwise, this obsession will not lead to the meeting of two people.

All of this seems like a cycle, and it's hard to figure out where it starts.

Perhaps every minute and every second is a starting point.

Just meeting more than 20 times, how deep can the relationship be?

Maybe it’s not about the number of times we meet, but about getting to know each other.

From the day we met, it was destined that no one could change it.

Feng Xue's tears fell, the surrounding scenes disappeared, and the sound in the ballroom also stopped abruptly.

He muttered in a tearful tone: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if I hadn't tried again and again, you wouldn't have fallen in love with him.

You wouldn’t always come to the dance hall to look for me, and you wouldn’t have died here!”

Although the equipment friends didn't know what Feng Xue saw just now, they could still make a rough guess.

At this time, they were amazed and filled with emotion, and they all spoke to comfort Feng Xue.

Tang Sanmu also said: "As the girl said, even if there is no dance hall, they will meet somewhere.

And I believe that no matter where we meet, it will be easier than this pull across time and space.

Maybe this is just a wandering soul that wants to fulfill its unfulfilled wish."

As he spoke, Feng Xue felt a breeze blowing in front of him, as if a cold hand was caressing his cheek.

Everything passes, everything goes with the wind.

In the end, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and the butterfly attracted Zhuang Zhou.

Feng Xue whispered softly: "Farewell, I wish you peace in the next life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the feeling of the whole old building suddenly changed and became more peaceful.

He had too many questions and wanted to ask Tang Sanmu, but Tang Sanmu shook his head helplessly and said first: "Don't even think about asking me questions.

To be honest, I don’t know anything either.”

Feng Xue nodded and thanked Tang Sanmu: "I originally thought there was a soul in this old building asking for help, but I didn't expect such a wonderful encounter.

I just don’t know if this is a disaster for that soul.”

"Even if it is a calamity, I think she is willing to do it." Tang Sanmu said with a smile.
Chapter completed!