"What request?"

"To be honest, he felt that he was superfluous there, and he didn't want to continue living." Li Mengli said lightly, "Auntie Bu Nao told him a lot, and he felt that it made sense.

So he figured it out."

"That's wrong!" The stone hanging in Fang Xiaoling's heart fell away again, "How could I have such thoughts? I just want to live, there will be hope in the future?"

"So he wants to live in a dream, a dream from which he never has to wake up." Li Mengli turned to look at Fang Xiaoling, "Brother Chenyu can definitely do it, right?"

"Then..." Fang Xiaoling was stunned for a long time. She looked at Li Mengli's serious expression and it was obvious that she was not joking.

Is it possible to do that, and what is the difference between it and death?

"Why am I living in a dream? Although there is no Tian Hu in St. Ful, there are all of them here?" Fang Xiaoling comforted, "What's more, he just came back and hasn't spent much time with me. I'm not willing to do that.

Have you abandoned them?"

"He can stay in the coffee shop all the time and just fall asleep." Li Mengli seemed to have changed her mind, "Sister Xiaoling, he has been thinking about it for half the morning. In Mengli's dream, maybe his fate

Just ask him to live in a dream.

Everything that happened before seems to be paving the way for the current decision.

Mengling told him what happened to us before, and there was something I said that particularly impressed him: You can't cheat your fate, right?"

"Whether his words are based on the premise or not, your destiny is in your own hands."

"That's wrong! He wants to reject the decision he made now. He wants to live in a dream and never wake up again." Li Mengli suddenly grabbed Xiaoling's legs, "Sister Xiaoling, the reason why he can be honest

Hong told me those things because I am not as strong and stubborn as Sister Luo Lan and have conservative ideas.

Unlike my sister-in-law, who is always heartless and optimistic, she doesn't understand him at all.

It's not like Meng Ling. Every time he didn't say a few words, she would act like she was aware of everything, and leave in a hurry without saying "Is this normal? I'll get better slowly"...

He felt that when he shut up with me, my eyes exuded understanding and recognition.

So...I will definitely support his mistakes, right?"

"Uh... Well! After all, everyone's experience is different. They can't use their own past experiences to ask for my decision." Fang Xiaoling thought in her heart: I have already said what I said, how can he have the nerve to refute me?

Forget it, my sister, Meng Ling and the others will definitely not go to see Bufu anyway.

Fang Xiaoling originally wanted to explain that she wanted to take the exam early in the morning, but when she was about to speak, Li Mengli took the lead and said, "Thank you, Sister Xiaoling.

I am willing to take the trouble to chat with him.

Listen patiently to his depressing words."

Fang Xiaoling just stood up and walked back, saying politely: "It's nothing, then what should he do as a sister?

Meng Li, actually he felt - of course, he didn't mean to persuade me.

Could he suggest another kind of cocoa? Could it be that I could try to change something about myself?

For example, do something you like?

Fulfill your dream?"

"He once thought about studying in a prestigious university to bring glory to his family." Li Mengli said in frustration, "But now, those things are meaningless..."

"Whether he means it or not, I can think carefully about whether there is anything I want to do in that world." Fang Xiaoling rubbed her dry eyes and continued, "Just like him, in Saint-Freux.

Studying at the Tower School can help him regain his identity as the Rainbow Queen and fight to the death with the Tower.

That defeats his goal.

I can also think about it carefully, is there anything I want to accomplish in Saint-Freux?"

Li Mengli thought for a while, shook her head, and said softly: "Sister Xiaoling, don't be angry about what he said.

He and Meng Ling had different ideas.

In fact, up to now, he doesn't resent the tower, whether Buhuan died or not, or everything that happened before.

He felt...it didn't matter.

There is no need to seek hatred, nor to fight for anything.

If it is just a leaf, the fallen leaves of the weeds return to their roots, and if they drift far away, they will not be copied.
Chapter completed!