Suddenly, her figure appeared in the demon clan's prison, and she hugged him in a panic.
Her body was shaking violently, and so was her voice.
After feeding him pills one by one, he cut his palm without hesitation.
Instantly, blood flowed like a gush, and she fed her own blood into his mouth. She didn't know how much...
She had a gentle look on her face, and she couldn't hide the distress in her eyes.
She said: Senior brother, I will treat your injury. Once the injury is healed, it will no longer hurt.
She said: You will not die, and your senior brother will not allow you to die.
After that, she took the initiative to kiss him for the first time, tenderly.
But after a kiss, the spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand knocked him unconscious, and then swallowed the fragments of the Demon Suppressing Stone into his belly.
The moment she broke through the golden elixir stage, she dug out her golden elixir without hesitation.
The golden elixir was gouged out, her body was crumbling, and bright red blood was constantly flowing from the corners of her lips.
…
Shen Mochen looked at everything in the dream, and even though he was trying his best to control his emotions, his tears were already overflowing.
This was the truth back then, and knowing it and seeing it with your own eyes are ultimately different.
He walked towards her step by step, his steps extremely heavy.
Although he knew this was a dream, he still wanted to hold her close, even if he stepped on thorns, even if he was doomed.
And what she cut out with her own hands was not only her golden elixir, but also the painful and bleeding heart in his chest.
He was breathing hard, his expression was painful, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away.
Her senior sister, the person he wanted to integrate into his bones, what had she gone through for him back then...
She must have been in great pain, but she never told him a word. She didn't answer him until she was about to die: "I have been there."
Yes, she just told him that she had been there, such an understatement...
His life is hers, and she is his.
Fortunately, after a hundred years, she finally appeared, and he was no longer alone. He no longer had to suffer through life, and no longer had to endure the pain of longing for lovesickness.
Nor will I experience despair again after every midnight dream.
…
Time passed slowly, and when Sitong opened her eyes, the images in the dream were still rolling in her mind.
It's better to say it's a dream than her memory.
Although she didn't remember everything, she was certain that before she became a human princess, she was his senior sister and she even cut out her golden elixir and gave it to him.
She is not a substitute, she is the person he has been looking for for a hundred years.
In other words, she blew herself up a hundred years ago, and just now in her dream, she heard the sound of the system.
So where is the current system? Did it run away after her death?
What she didn't even expect was that she actually married her junior brother as a human princess.
It was also because of her death that he became obsessed with thoughts, swallowed the sword spirit alive and suffered from the sequelae for hundreds of years...
And she liked him a hundred years ago, otherwise she wouldn't have taken the initiative to flirt with him in her first nightmare.
That's why when they met again, she couldn't control her heart and fell in love with him again.
…
The night was slightly cool, and Shen Mochen gently held her in his arms.
He tightened his arms and the breath around him enveloped her.
He lowered his head, his warm breath fell on her cheek, and a strand of hair lightly brushed her lips.
His eyes were filled with stars and a sea of stars. It was these deep eyes that looked at her quietly for a long time, as if he wanted to imprint her into the deepest part of his mind.
She didn't know how long it took, and she didn't know how many times she heard his heartbeat, before he slowly leaned closer to her ear.
He whispered lovingly into her ear: "Senior sister, I miss you."
I miss you.
These four simple words fell on Sitong's heart, but they left a deep imprint.
After hundreds of years of searching, it finally turned into this sentence: I miss you.
For a moment, she felt a little sad for no reason, and she didn't even dare to tell him that she didn't actually remember everything.
Shen Mochen buried his head in her neck, sniffing her breath, and continued in a hoarse voice:
"Senior sister, the eight sufferings in life are the seventh, love and separation. I have experienced enough of this suffering in my life. Senior sister is reluctant to let me experience it again, right?"
"We meet again after a hundred years, senior sister, can I love you... I never want to be separated from senior sister again..."
Shen Mochen kissed her gently, his breath intertwined with hers, he was extremely gentle, for fear that this was just a sweet dream.
Si Tong indulged in his extremely lingering kiss, and some fragmentary images deep in his memory came out again.
When she got a chance to breathe, she decided to tell him, "Junior brother, I actually didn't completely remember...
But what I am sure of is that I like you. I liked you a hundred years ago. Although my memory is not complete now, it does not affect my liking for you."
She was ready to kill herself, and since the substitute was in place, it naturally wouldn't affect her.
Shen Mochen stood close to her, his eyes sparkling. She said she liked him, and she still liked him a hundred years later.
If her memory is incomplete, he will help her retrieve it bit by bit. Sooner or later, she will remember everything.
"If I don't have enough memory, I will accompany senior sister to search slowly, but the title of senior sister just now was wrong."
"Senior sister has married me and is already mine. It's time to call me husband."
"Senior sister, I want to hear you call me husband."