Ye Xieming took Jing Yirong to the top of a mountain that towered into the clouds. He looked across and saw Hexiantai. Ye Xieming let go of Jing Yirong's hand and turned his back to Jing Yirong in silence.
Jing Yirong stood silent and speechless. He had never looked at Ye Xieming's back so calmly before. Now looking at the man so close to him from such a towering peak, he felt a dull panic in his heart.
This man's black robe was flying in the wind. His usual arrogance and evil charm seemed to have disappeared. His back made people feel trembling and a little lonely. Like a ghost, he would disappear with the thin layer of clouds at any time. .
Jing Yirong's heart tightened as she stepped forward and grabbed Ye Xieming's black robe.
"What are you doing?" Ye Xieming turned around and stared at Jing Yirong's hand that was holding his robe tightly.
Jing Yirong didn't say anything but just held it. Ye Xieming took Jing Yirong's hand and sat down on the mountain peak. The palm covering the back of Jing Yirong's hand was cold and had no warmth at all. Jing Yirong's eyes fell on Ye Xie On top of the ghostly mask. "Did I hate you in the past?"
Ye Xieming was startled. After a long time, when Jing Yirong thought he wouldn't answer, a hoarse voice came out, "It's disgust."
Jing Yirong was stunned. "Why."
"This is exactly what I want to ask you." Ye Xieming looked at Jing Yirong. "Why do you hate me? Do you know that every time you look at me with disgust, it seems to me like a sharp knife cutting into my heart. You cut my flesh bit by bit. You always yelled to kill me. But you don’t know that your attitude towards me has already hurt me every time. And you still look nonchalant.”
Jing Yi looked at Ye Xieming quietly. That was something she didn't know. So even though she was listening to what he said now, she still didn't feel anything. It was like listening to what happened between Ye Xieming and another woman.
"The only thing you care about is Nalan Qingyi."
Jing Yirong was shocked. "It turns out that Nalan Qingyi is really as important to me as they said."
"He is not important. He is not important at all." Ye Xieming pulled Jing Yirong into his arms. His dark eyes were full of jealousy. "He is just the most hypocritical person in the world. Everything about him is It's just a pretense. He is basically a person who has died a long time ago and has ceased to exist. Such an incompetent person is qualified to stand by your side. How can he be worthy of you?"
There was reluctance, anger, darkness and impressive pain in Ye Xieming's eyes. Would the arrogant Ye Xieming also be in pain?
Ye Xieming stared at Jing Yirong who was silent. He suddenly lowered his head and pressed his cold lips hard on Jing Yirong's lips. There was no gentleness, just gnawing domineeringly on Jing Yirong's delicate red lips. The tip of his hot tongue. He rudely broke into Jing Yirong's mouth and gradually occupied the territory that belonged to Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong felt pain all over her body. It was as if Ye Xieming had kissed her and bit her heart instead of her own lips. Ye Xieming seemed to be telling her his anger and fear with his whole heart.
When Ye Xieming withdrew from the fierce lips, he rested his head on Jing Yirong's shoulder and murmured again, "Why did you show up? Jing Yirong should have been dead long ago, but you showed up. It makes people refuse. There is no room for anything.”
"What." Jing Yirong couldn't understand Ye Xieming's words.
Ye Xieming lifted his head from Jing Yirong's shoulder. You haven't recovered your memory yet. You haven't recovered yet. If one day you really recover your memory, the worst is, let me delete your memory this time. Just like the last time you saw my true face. Generally, delete them. Even if it costs my life, I will give it a try.
Ye Xieming stood up and walked to a stone. He took out a dagger from his arms. After a quick dance, he carved his name on the stone. Then he handed the dagger to Jing Yirong. "I dare to carve your name."
"Why don't you dare." Jing Yirong stepped forward and took the dagger from Ye Xieming's hand. He carved his name on the side without hesitation. When he turned around again, he saw a arrogant smile in Ye Xieming's eyes.
Jing Yirong raised her eyebrows. "Why are you laughing?"
"Jing Yirong, you are smart but you will eventually be confused." Ye Xieming approached the stone with the names of the two of them engraved on it with a smile on his lips. "This stone facing He Xiantai is known as the Marriage Stone by the world. As long as the names of a man and a woman are engraved on this stone, they will be intertwined for life and death. No matter you like it or not, no matter whether your identities are opposed or not. As long as the names are engraved on this stone, they will never be separated again."
Jing Yirong suddenly laughed. "Ye Xieming, when did you start to believe this nonsense? For you, Ye Xieming, everything should be in your own hands. How can you put your hopes together? On top of rotten stones.”
"From the time I met you." Ye Xieming pointed at the marriage stone. "Look."
Jing Yirong was surprised to find that their names originally carved on the stone had disappeared. The surface of the stone was smooth again. Does this mean that their names had been recorded in this so-called marriage stone?
"Even if Jing Yirong is hell, you can't escape." Ye Xieming's eyes were filled with a little madness.
Jing Yirong also smiled wantonly. "If it is really hell, at least there will be someone with me."
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When Ye Xieming and Jing Yirong returned to the courtyard, Yang Feng had disappeared. This was really reassuring for Jing Yirong. After all, she still hoped that Yang Feng would be alive.
Ye Xieming didn't say anything more about Yang Feng's departure. It was as if what happened just now had not happened and he continued to eat and play as usual. Just because Ye Xieming had already made his own decision in his heart.
After dinner, Jing Yirong coaxed Xue Li to fall asleep and then returned to the room. As soon as she closed the door, she felt something was wrong in the room. She sat down at the table calmly. "You won't be afraid of holding yourself back if you hide in the dark. Well. Now that you are here, come out."
"Jing Yirong." A burst of sword energy struck. Jing Yirong turned around slightly and dodged the sword. Only after he stood firm did he see Yang Feng clearly. "It's you."
Yang Feng sneered. "Why are you so surprised? Do you think I am dead?"
"I'm just surprised that you would come to die again." Jing Yirong's eyes were cold. "Just because I let you go once doesn't mean I will let you go a second time. No matter what relationship you have with that Xiao Yan, I won't let you go. Second chance to kill me."
Yang Feng threw the sword in his hand to the ground. "I'm not here to kill you this time. And I can't kill you with the half life I have left."
"Then what are you going to do?" Jing Yirong looked at Yang Feng doubtfully.
Yang Feng laughed. "I can't kill you with my current martial arts. But I also thought that letting you kill is the cheapest thing for you. When you think of the past memories. When you know that you are now with Ye Xieming. How disgusting it makes you. It’s really painful when you know how to treat Xiao Yan.”
"You can restore my memory." Jing Yirong laughed mockingly.
"I can't, but it can." Yang Feng took out a medicine bottle and put it on the table. "Here is a medicine that can remind you of everything in the past. If you take it now, you only need to sleep and you can think of everything tomorrow morning. thing."
Jing Yirong picked up the medicine bottle. "Why should I trust you? How would I know if it is poison."
"I, Yang Feng, never bother to use despicable methods." Yang Feng said with disdain. "Not everyone, Jing Yirong, will use any method to achieve the goal like you."
"Where did it come from?" Liu Mo couldn't even save himself and restore his memory. Who else could have this ability?
"you do not need to know."
Jing Yirong sneered and threw the medicine bottle to Yang Feng. "I, Jing Yirong, never take medicine of unknown origin. Yang Feng, I don't want to kill you just because of Xiao Yan's face. After all, I didn't save her in the first place. Let me go." You can be regarded as saving her life. But you must not think too highly of yourself. I, Jing Yirong, am not something you can manipulate."
"You." Yang Feng held the medicine bottle in his hand. Although he promised not to say his name, he didn't care so much in order to restore Jing Yirong's memory. "This medicine was given by Taoist Zizun." of."
Jing Yirong showed a hint of surprise. "He." She remembered the old man on He Xiantai who couldn't tell his age. How could he know that he had lost his memory and still let the person in front of him give him the medicine.
Yang Feng put the medicine bottle on the table again. "Jing Yirong, whether you want to recover your memory or not is your own choice. But I should remind you at the end. If you choose to give up now, then when will you wait for it? When you remember everything, it’s best not to regret everything you do now.”
Yang Feng left the courtyard without waiting for Jing Yirong's answer. This was all he could do. In fact, if he could really kill Jing Yirong, I'm afraid he wouldn't do it. Because he understood Xiao Yan's attitude very well. Jing Yirong's loyal habits. Even if Jing Yirong didn't save her, I'm afraid she wouldn't blame Jing Yirong for it.
Rather than letting Xiao Yan hate him one day, he would rather let Jing Yirong regain her memory and remember everything. Only then will she understand his pain and what kind of things she has done.
Jing Yirong looked at the medicine bottle standing quietly on the table without moving. Her eyes were as if she wanted to see through the small medicine bottle. All this made her a little timid. Ever since Ye Xieming took her to fly up the mountain. When the name was carved on the stone, and even earlier when Ye Xieming singled out Duan Yuliu and the three of them for him on Hexiantai, her heart was already out of control.
She was timid about whether everything would be the same after she regained her memory. She was even more afraid that the things she once didn't care about would become the most painful thing in her heart. But Jing Yirong knew too well that she had no choice at all. From her mind When the once vague fragments emerged bit by bit, she had no choice. God destined that she would regain her memory one day. Since it was a matter of time, of course she would choose earlier. Otherwise, she would do something that would make her regret. Even more irreparable.
Jing Yirong poured the medicine out of the bottle, closed her eyes and swallowed it. See you now...
Jing Yirong seemed to have entered a dream. It was such a long dream. First there were the endless flow of modern streets and towering high-rise buildings. Then there were the palaces and attics. There were more and more people around her, and the feelings were getting stronger. The deeper. Even when you were the happiest, everything suddenly disappeared. The people she killed with her own hands. The people she forced away. If your life is like the hour hand moving around in a circle, then her Life must have ended countless times. Otherwise, why would she feel so tired? So tired. She was so tired that she wanted to just fall asleep like this.
As long as you fall asleep, you don't have to think about the people you have hurt, the mistakes you have made, and everything you can't make up for. Tears flow out from the corners of your eyes little by little. Although you are still sleeping, sadness has come over you. A case of amnesia. It was like a nightmare, hurting everyone around her. In the end, everyone's pain returned to her twice as much.
The moon gradually sets in the east. The sun, which represents a new day, still rises slowly from the east no matter early or late. The dazzling light seems to tell everyone that it is time to wake up...
When Jing Yirong woke up, no one in the small courtyard had woken up. After standing in front of the window for nearly half an hour, Jing Yirong's slightly tired figure slowly turned around. There was a layer of coldness in his eyes. .There is still almost undetectable pain in the eyes. Even though it is forcibly suppressed, it still makes people feel distressed.
"Sister Yirong. Sister Yirong, wake up. There is a temple fair today that you can watch." Xue Li's voice came from outside the door.
Jing Yirong moved to open the door and took Xue Li into her arms. After a long time, she whispered with heartache, "Li'er. Yumo's Li'er."