There is no name on the stele, it is a wordless stele.
"You're here."
A familiar and deep voice came, and a beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of Ling Xuewei's eyes.
Dressed in purple clothes, with black hair and green eyes, she is as beautiful as a demon in the world.
The breath of youth is clean and bright. On the face as delicate as white porcelain, the eyebrows are slightly raised, and the pair of bright green pupils are a bit arrogant. The eyes that look at her are so gentle, focused and affectionate.
The slender eyelashes blinked, and the starlight flowed through it, blazing, magical, seductive, and breathtaking.
"Weiwei."
The voice was clear and sweet, "Come here."
——Gongsun Yan.
Ling Xuewei stared at Gongsun Yan as if she was dumbfounded, and stepped towards him involuntarily.
After such a long time, Ling Xuewei tried hard not to think about Gongsun Yan. This person was like a taboo in her heart and could not be touched.
Because whenever Ling Xuewei thinks of Gongsun Yan, the scene of Gongsun Yan dying in her arms flashes over and over in her mind.
Like a slideshow, repeated endlessly until she collapsed.
"Weiwei, I miss you so much, why haven't you come to see me for so long?"
Ling Xuewei couldn't say anything at the moment, she could only keep saying sorry.
Sorry, I can't respond to his affection.
I'm sorry, it was her who hurt him.
I'm sorry, she keeps running away, she doesn't deserve his affection at all.
"Weiwei, come here and let me hug you, okay?"
"I don't have much time..."
Ling Xuewei's throat became choked and she couldn't speak, so she could only walk towards Gongsun Yan step by step.
Gongsun Yan gently put his arms around her, "Weiwei, do you know? I have never regretted it..."
"Stop talking, Gongsun Yan, it was me who harmed you..."
"No, it's not you. I just chose the way I want to end. Promise me, live well and remember to miss me... Weiwei, I'm leaving..."
"No! Don't-!"
Gongsun Yan's face gradually disappeared into the air. Ling Xuewei stretched out her hand, but could only grab the empty air!
"Gongsun Yan, come out!"
"Stop teasing me, okay? Please come out quickly..."
Ling Xuewei burst into tears and cried, looking for that figure everywhere like a headless fly, but the response to her was always silence.
Her scream echoed in the forest.
It seemed like she was the only one left in the world.
"How could you do this? By leaving in this way, do you want me to feel uneasy for the rest of my life..."
"Gongsun Yan, come out..."
"You still have the nerve to call his name!"
Suddenly, a sharp shout sounded out of thin air.
Sheng Haomiao's angry face appeared in front of Ling Xuewei, pointing at her and saying bitterly, "It was you who killed him! It's because of you that A Yan died!"
Ling Xuewei kept shaking her head.
Then Wu Yi also appeared, with a cold voice, "Actually, you already understood what he meant, but you pretended not to know. If you had responded to him earlier, maybe he wouldn't have pretended to be stupid just to stay with you.
I will not go to the Underworld Palace for you, so what happened later will not happen, and I will not sacrifice my life to save you."
"He is still so young, in his prime, and extremely talented. But for you, he gave up all his pride. He lost his pride and self-esteem just to stay by your side. And how did you treat him? But you threw yourself into another man without hesitation.
Hug? How can you be so cruel? You don't even want to give him a look back."
"Ling Xuewei, you are a heartless and unrighteous person!"
"You don't deserve A Yan's love!"
"Go to hell!"
…
A sound, like a curse, echoed in my ears.
It made Ling Xuewei feel cold all over.
Ling Xuewei held her head and curled up into a ball, as if this was the only way to avoid being so painful, so panicked, and so desperate.
…
Ling Xuewei's vision went dark, and she fell into the endless abyss again.
Ling Xuewei originally thought that she could protect everyone around her, but she didn't expect that because of her existence, everyone around her would fall to death one by one.
Her existence is like a nightmare.
It will always bring misfortune to those around you.
So, why does she exist?
Confusion, confusion, and despair were like sea water, drowning her. At this moment, she longed for someone to drag her out of the abyss.
The feeling of suffocation came again, and this time, Ling Xuewei felt fear like never before.
Please save her, please, someone please save her...
"Wow!"
Suddenly, a strong hand pulled her out of the deep sea!
The coldness and darkness faded away in an instant.
Ling Xuewei gasped violently, like a fish out of water.
When he opened his eyes again, what came into view was the man's handsome face.
She was stunned.
"Ye Mo Yan..."
Ling Xuewei just stared at Ye Moyan blankly, looking greedily at every part of his body like a demonic barrier.
"Ye Mo Yan..."
Ling Xuewei stretched out her hand to touch him, but unexpectedly she only touched a shadow.
Ye Moyan's face was like a mirror, and it disappeared instantly.
Ling Xuewei suddenly panicked!
He kept calling his name, one after another, anxiously and hastily.
Ling Xuewei was afraid, afraid that Ye Moyan would leave her and not want her.
It turns out that the calmness and coolness that I maintained on the surface were all fake.
How ridiculous.
Suddenly, Ling Xuewei put a pair of hands on her shoulders. She was overjoyed and immediately turned her head, "A Yan..."
But when she saw the appearance of the visitor, her expression suddenly changed.
Panic, fear, and keep retreating.
"Why is it you..."
The gentle and jade-like man approached step by step, with an evil smile on his face, "Xue'er, you can't escape!"
——Di Qianjue
Those memories that she didn't want to recall, like nightmares, surged in like spring water and drowned her.
Ling Xuewei turned pale and ran away.
But she was hugged by Di Qianjue, his iron arms tightly clasped her waist, and his deep voice came close to her ears, "Xuexue, my Xuexue, you can only be mine in this life."
Despair, shrouded.
Di Qianjue's voice was like the voice of a demon, making her whole body shiver and tremble.
Screaming in her heart, Ling Xuewei struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free from Di Qianjue's restraints.
Emperor Qianjue kissed her fiercely and captured the city.
He was aggressive, rough and domineering, leaving no room for her to resist.
Suddenly, Ling Xuewei saw a tall figure standing there in the distance, with a gloomy and handsome face, looking at them coldly.
Contempt, ridicule, without any warmth or anger, such disdainful eyes struck her heart hard.
It turns out that there is a way more cruel and painful for her than torture.
It was as if his soul had been torn apart, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
"nausea."
Ye Moyan dropped this sentence coldly and walked away without looking back.
No, don't...
"Don't go!"
She collapsed and her tears had already burst.
Despair enveloped her like the deep sea.
Seeing Ye Moyan walking further and further away until he disappeared, Ling Xuewei seemed to have been drained of all her strength.
