Wen Tianqing, are you tempted? Otherwise, why would you be crying so unsatisfactorily? It is obvious that future generations jumped off the building more than 200 times for him, but he refused to be tempted and never cried. Why did he cry this time?

Just because of that one night of spring that he didn't care about?

She is a fool, a fool, why would she care so much about that night when he didn't care at all.

From the future life where she lost everything, to the previous life, she still has nothing. This is not the world where she should exist, but where is it?

In later generations, Wen Tiantuo and Shen Li'er were already happily married. In this life, Luo Chengyan and she had very different statuses, so how could there be any intersection? In the end, it was just a mistake.

One night of spring, Jean transformed from a girl into a woman, but she also felt pain and sorrow that she had never experienced before.

The pain in her heart made Wen Tianqing taste the unfamiliar bone erosion and coldness, and her heart was as desolate as a deserted ruin.

"Are you crying?"

A soft voice suddenly sounded behind her, but it seemed to understand everything.

"No!" Wen Tianqing was immediately panicked.

Why did Xun Chunchen follow? She moved hurriedly, trying to move her face away so that Xun Chunchen, who was approaching, would not see her weakness.

"You're trying to be strong again. Cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh, that's the real you." Xun Chunchen looked at Wen Tianqing's repulsive look and stopped asking any more questions. The topic changed, "The mountain road is rugged, I will accompany you."

Find water."

Having said that, Xun Chunchen had already taken steps, taking the lead to walk towards the side with lush vegetation, because there would be water sources because of the lush vegetation.

Wen Tianqing followed numbly and stopped talking. She just gestured silently to express her embarrassed mood.

As the two walked forward, they saw the vegetation getting greener and greener. Xun Chunchen knew that the water source was close, so he quickened his pace.

At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard rustling sounds in the grass. Wen Tianqing suddenly became alert and moved closer to Xun Chunchen.

Holding the hilt of the sword, ready to strike, he listened warily as the source of the sound approached.

Suddenly, a black figure suddenly jumped out of the grass, causing Xun Chunchen to draw his sword instantly. The silver edge flashed through Wen Tianqing's eyes, but she could clearly see the figure from the light.

"My benefactor! It's a child!" Wen Tianqing shouted and pushed hard, changing the direction of Xun Chunchen's sword.

The cold sword blade grazed the child's tender cheek, instantly leaving a delicate scar and flowing out bright red blood. The child immediately sat on the ground in fright. The gourd and gourd used to hold water in his hand had been overturned. He could only stare with wide eyes.

His eyes were stunned and he couldn't make any sound.

Xun Chunchen, who had regained consciousness, was secretly glad that Wen Tianqing had reacted quickly, otherwise this six or seven-year-old boy would have become an innocent soul under his sword.

"Kid, how are you?" Seeing that the child was frightened, Wen Tianqing immediately knelt down and helped the child up. Looking at his dazed look, Wen Tianqing shook him worriedly.

"Don't be afraid, we thought it was some ferocious beast. You are injured. Come, sister, help you wipe the wound." Wen Tianqing apologized and took out the silk handkerchief in her arms and gently wiped the wound on the little boy's face.
Chapter completed!