That weather is a parting weather.

That night, Feng Miaolian couldn't sleep all night.

It was not that the rough chair was uncomfortable, but on the contrary, the chair exuding the smell of decaying wood made her feel more relaxed than in the palace. However, for no reason, she felt nervous.

Ye Jia lay on the bed - if that was also considered a bed, he made his whole body green and purple, and the new and old injuries were stacked, clamoring that such a hard and rough wooden board was like a disguised torture instrument,

He was eager to escape the terrible punishment, but he did not move or moan, his eyes closed, and after a while, he made a slight snoring.

He was really tired for too long. For so many days, he wandered around the edge of life and death, and couldn't tell whether it was day or night. Now, he finally had peace.

Feng Miaolian waited by his side for a while, and felt sleepy. After a while, she fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she opened her eyes and saw Ye Jia on the bed. Under the faint light, his scars seemed to be smoothed by a magic hand, and his eyes looked particularly bright.

Miaolian once again recalled some very strange legends - why do you always see the energetic Yejia in the dark? Just like those unwilling lonely ghosts, the body and soul are separated, because

Unwilling to give up, at night, I always come out to see the world with the last bit of soul, and stubbornly refuse to leave?

"Miaolian, look, it's almost dawn."

The sky in the east has indeed revealed a trace of whiteness.

It was a very good weather, with spring flowers blooming, peach blossoms and peach blossoms on the trees, and grass under your feet emerged to look at this bizarre world.

Two men and women walked all the way.

The road was so quiet that it was as if no one had passed by, and even the horses under them made no sound.

Feng Miaolian pulled the horse's reins and looked at Ye Jia behind her. Somehow, she felt that Ye Jia had been walking in the darkness. Even under the sun, he seemed to be an invisible and transparent person. Except for her, she seemed to be anyone else.

I will never see him again.

However, she dared not speak, nor could she speak, as if once she spoke, a barely maintained secret would disappear immediately.

The journey was surprisingly smooth. The two of them were like rootless duckweed, like dandelions floating everywhere. There were no enemies between heaven and earth, no palace, no emperor, no princess Pengcheng, and no entanglements.

Unbearable past and danger and unexpected terrible hunting...
Chapter completed!