"Wen Renjue, wait for me!" Jiu'er thought silently in his heart, and headed towards the sea a little faster.
But... when she walked through the deep sea to the surface, watched those ugly beasts killing each other, and was about to leave the sea, something unexpected happened to Jiu'er again.
"Ah!" Jiu'er screamed in fear, which was even more pitiful than the screams of those eaten beasts. "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Jiuer kept diving into the deep sea again and again, and rushed towards the sea surface again and again at a faster speed.
However, time and time again, when she reached the sea, she was hit back by the bullet again and again.
"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?" Jiu'er was filled with fear and confusion. She kept bumping into the invisible thing that trapped her in the sea and couldn't escape. Time and time again, she wouldn't be able to escape.
Her head was bruised and bloody, but it made her weaker and weaker, so weak that she didn't even have the strength to hit again.
"Why is this happening?" She no longer had the strength to question, but was weak and asked again and again, either to herself or to those beings who didn't know where they were.
"Why is this happening?" After an unknown amount of time, she lay on the sea that imprisoned her, silently looking at the sky and the vast expanse of white. There was a dead silence in her heart.
How long has it been? How is Wen Renjue now? Will he be waiting on the road to hell? Will he be unable to wait for her and return to the world of the world again, becoming a lonely ghost? Or has he entered the underworld and been reincarnated as a human being?
Water fell from the sky, penetrating her soul, just like the tears she didn't have.
It turns out that being a soul is not good at all. No matter how painful your heart is, you can’t shed tears!
"Is it painful?" The sudden voice suddenly stimulated her soul.
Her closed eyes suddenly opened, and she turned her head to the right, looking at... Nie Xiaoqian? Or, herself? Ning Jiuer.
Jiu'er slowly sat up, sitting upright on the water, looking at his body, which had once sunk deep into the sea, now standing in front of him, with a look of pride and mockery on his face.
There wasn't even sympathy in her eyes, and of course there was no so-called worry.