She and He Xiangwan were together too easily, and they lived together without any twists and turns, so she always enjoyed his kindness to her and enjoyed the warmth of home. After He Xiangwan died, she also traveled through time.
Whenever I think of him, I feel sad and guilty...
Does she love him?
What was once extremely certain now has some uncertainty...
She rubbed her eyebrows with a headache, and the shadow of Di Shiyin flashed through her mind again—
Suddenly, my heart became irritated.
All this was what she wanted. He finally treated her like a real master, treated her like other disciples, and finally stopped trying to leave her behind tormenting her. Why did she feel lost instead?
Deep down, I actually began to look forward to my greeting every morning.
And every time she saw him, she felt sad when she saw his cold appearance. The sour feeling became more and more obvious, and it tortured her heart more and more.
The scenes of being with him these days flashed through my mind, almost remembering all his words and actions, and even remembering the strong kiss he had when he became Xiaoshouta...
She stroked her lips, and there was almost the cold smell of his lips-
A heart beat wildly again, and a thought suddenly passed through my mind-
I can't really fall in love with him, right?
This thought flashed through her, and even she was shocked. She thought in the quilt for a moment, gently caressing the beating heart-
I really like him? How could it be?!
The prince charming in her dream is a gentle and elegant man like He Xiangwan, who takes care of his lover in every detail. How could he be a cold-hearted, black-hearted and sarcastic uncle like a great master?!
Is it because his entanglement has become a habit, and now he feels uncomfortable when he is neglected?
Or did you really fall in love with him?
Although Luo Qingyu wandered among all men in his previous life, he had only tasks and no feelings for those men, so he could be free and easy. And his relationship with He Xiangwan was also smooth, without any misunderstandings or twists and turns, and he looked at each other with his eyes.
I lived together and never tasted the feeling of gains and losses like now...
And now this feeling is exactly the same as the novelist describes-
Worrying about gains and losses, being unsteady, as if they were wronged and happy, one eye move could make people think for a long time—
This feeling is novel to her, but it is also uncontrollable.
It made her scared and expectant—
I don't know when she fell asleep in a mixed state of chaos such as entanglement, expectation, guessing, anxiety, etc.
Even her mood in the dream was extremely complicated.
She was running, running in a mountain, holding the full moon scimitar in her hand.
The blade was like a pool of autumn water, but she always felt that there was still bloody smell spreading on it, and she couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard she wiped it...
She finally ran out of exhaustion, so she simply sat on the ground and breathed heavily. There was a place in her heart that seemed to collapse into a blood hole, and pain mixed with blood rushed to her throat.
She hugged her head tightly, tears came out, and she couldn't stop it no matter how she was-