Jing Yirong's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. It hurt. It was a pain that could not be expressed in words. Even the wind blowing in the air seemed to be able to pull away the most painful part of his body. He no longer hated it.
His feelings are gone. So he doesn't care about himself anymore...
She would rather he hate herself and wish to kill her than say to herself that she doesn't care about anything anymore in such a calm and indifferent tone. Such indifference makes her scared. She is so scared that she can't even see the road in front of her clearly. One level
Water mist covered his eyes.
Nalan Zhenqi has grown up and become rational, so he can say such words and tell himself so calmly that she is no longer the person he cares about.
"Go slowly. I won't see you off." Nalan Zhenqi said the last words to Jing Yirong's back. He couldn't wait for her response for a long time. The spark in his heart was completely extinguished. Since he said it like that
What else could Xiaosa expect from her mother-in-law? Nalan Zhenqi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and turned around to leave without raising his head.
The two went in opposite directions. From now on, they could never go back. If Nalan Zhenqi took one more look, he would know how long Jing Yirong had been crying and staring at Nalan Zhenqi's back. How long he had been absentminded. If Jing Yirong was willing to call
If Nalan Zhenqi said one more word to him, he would also know that Nalan Zhenqi almost used up all the restraint in his life to restrain himself from looking back. The tears of both of them disappeared silently into the dust.
.When they recall today's scene many years later, they still feel pain in their hearts.
Jing Yirong knew that she had really lost Nalan Zhijin today. She had lost Nalan Zhijin forever. She returned to the inn devastated. Jing Yirong looked up and stared at the bright full moon in a daze. God, if you had abandoned her long ago,
If you want me, I should still be living in modern times as a killer and living so heartlessly. Or I can live longer. Or I die in a mission. But now you bring me to this era.
You gave me so much and took it away one by one again. What do you want to do? What do you want to get?
Jing Yirong's hollow laughter laughed in the silent night sky. In a trance, she seemed to be able to see a pair of distressed eyes in the moon looking at her. Was it because she was too tired or too painful? She could actually be on the moon.
Seeing the eyes that cared about her, Jing Yirong felt that she had lost too much, so she needed care too much. She didn't expect that she would be so pitiful now.
"I still have Qingyi. I still have Nalan Qingyi." Jing Yirong thought of Nalan Qingyi's gentle smile and He Xi's voice. The pain in her eyes gradually faded away. It doesn't matter that she still has Nalan Qingyi.
.There is also Nalan Qingyi who is willing to stay by his side forever.
When Jing Yirong entered the room, she felt drowsy and closed her eyes and fell asleep. She was too tired. Her mind and body could not withstand the torment.
The door was gently pushed open. Ye Xieming stepped into the house and closed the door gently before walking into the inner room. Although Jing Yirong had fallen asleep, his eyebrows were still tightly knitted together. Ye Xieming softened his footsteps.
He walked up to Jing Yirong and sat down by the bed.
Ye Xieming reached out and stroked Jing Yirong's beautiful eyebrows. "It's the first time I've met you. Although you are indifferent, you are not as sad as you are now. Stop frowning and let me enter your heart. Is it so difficult?
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The person on the bed showed no sign of being awake. Ye Xieming gently held Jing Yirong's hand. He rubbed it gently and put the cold hand to his mouth to warm it. Gradually, he felt some warmth in the cold hand.
His eyes fell on Jing Yirong's injured forearm. The blood on the arm had not solidified yet. There was still a lot of blood flowing. Ye Xieming sighed. "You can't feel anything about such a serious injury."
Ye Xieming untied the bandage on Jing Yirong's arm. He looked at the fleshy arm and the bright red blood. His eyebrows under the silver mask involuntarily wrinkled. Then he cut his hand and let his own blood drip on Jing Yi. Rong's arm. Seeing that the wound that almost had a hole in it was healing little by little. For the first time, Ye Xieming felt that the blood had brought him more than just pain. It was also the first time that he was grateful that he had such an ability. .Jing Yirong's injury was intact. Ye Xieming put Jing Yirong's hand into the quilt. "I will protect you without Nalan Qingyi. I will protect you with everything I have."
Jing Yirong felt as if she was dreaming. In the dream, there was a person who gently healed her wounds, comforted herself gently, and more affectionately said that she would protect her for the rest of her life. She could vaguely feel that this person was not Nalan Qing. Yi. Because he doesn't have Nalan Qingyi's kindness and simplicity; but he seems to have some shadow of Nalan Qingyi. It seems that he has some relationship with Nalan Qingyi.
Jing Yirong felt that this dream was too weird. She opened her eyes suddenly and wanted to get out of such a dream. When she opened her eyes, she realized that it was already full daylight. And she was actually sleeping so soundly. Jing Yirong got up habitually He put his hand on the injured arm. He was surprised to find that his arm was actually healed. Not even a scar was left on his smooth arm, let alone a knife wound.
Jing Yirong suddenly understood who did all this. Who else in the world besides Ye Xieming could have such an ability to heal wounds so well. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised. She didn't expect him to enter her room. Helping her heal her injuries, she didn't know. It was because her vigilance had lowered or his martial arts skills had improved. She thought of her dream again. What was ridiculous was that she actually thought she was Nalan Qingyi. How could he be Nalan Qingyi? Lan Qingyi. How could he deserve to be compared with Qingyi?
After Jing Yirong solved the matter of Nalan Zhenqi, he thought that there was still a battle waiting for him to fight in the Yu Kingdom. He felt a little tired again. Is there any point in returning to the Yu Kingdom to help Qin Zhongxue fight for the throne? What if the Ming Kingdom The future king is really Nalan Zhenqi. Then it is impossible for her to regain the throne of Hades for Qingyi.
Nalan Qingyi had no intention of becoming a king in the first place. Why not just leave with Nalan Qingyi and Nalan Zhijin when he returns to Yu Kingdom? They have been looking for the legendary Dragon Clan and the disappeared Xiao Yan. .Leave that war. Leave all the grudges in the world.
For Nalan Qingyi, Jing Yirong doesn't want to fight for anything anymore and is willing to give up everything.
Jing Yirong planned to hit the road after lunch. But he didn't expect to meet Scholar Tang when he just left the building. Scholar Tang looked at Jing Yirong as if he was in another world. "You are here."
"Well, why are you so surprised when you see this?" Jing Yirong simply sat down opposite Scholar Tang.
Scholar Tang was surprised. "Have you remembered? Is it Xue Li?"
"It's not Xue Li. I remembered it myself." Jing Yirong replied. "I have been to Yuluo Village but you were not there. Naturally, you don't know that I have restored my memory. Why are you here."
"Relax." Scholar Tang smiled.
Jing Yirong didn't ask any more questions. There were just some things that needed to be clarified. "Do you still want to get back the lost memory?"
"I want to but don't want to."
"Be specific." Jing Yirong asked for an explanation.
Scholar Tang drank a glass of wine and sighed. "I think it's because I don't want to live a confused life. After all, things that my eldest brother doesn't want me to remember should be very important things. I don't think it's because I live a very happy life now." At ease. If that memory was one that should have been forgotten, but I remembered it again, I am afraid that the pain will be even greater."
"Indeed. Some memories should be forgotten." Jing Yirong followed Scholar Tang's words.
Scholar Tang looked at Jing Yirong. His eyes were filled with concern. "How are you? Will it be painful after you regain your memory?"
"It's really painful and I should suffer it. After all, I did it myself."
"You lost your memory at that time. Miss Xiao's death was not your fault."
"She is not dead. She just fell into the sea." Jing Yirong said firmly: "I will find her. No matter where she is, I will find her."
"Do you need my help?" Tang Shusheng asked. "Although I am of no use, Yuluo Village's eyeliners are unique in the world."
Jing Yirong smiled. "I believe you and Duan Yuliu have helped me find it a long time ago. Now you just say this to give me a little more hope."
"You don't have to be so smart." Scholar Tang felt a little distressed. "Jing Yirong has to pretend to be stupid sometimes. Let others share more for you."
Jing Yirong stared at Scholar Tang without answering. Scholar Tang was stunned for a moment and then laughed awkwardly. "It's me who jumped to another level. These words should never have come out of my mouth."
"I don't mean that. I'm just not used to other people's care. It takes time to accept care. I told you, Mr. Tang, that I understand your thoughts. I won't respond because I have someone I love. But I also don't feel that way. Dislike. Maybe one day you will meet someone you really fall in love with."
"Understood." Scholar Tang casually changed the subject. "Are you going back to Yu State now? You want to help Qin Zhongxu deal with Bu Chenche."
"I originally planned to do this. Now I don't want to continue." Jing Yirong looked into the distance, her thoughts drifting away. "Whoever wants Yu Guo depends on his own ability and has nothing to do with me. Qingyi wants to live an ordinary life. I am willing to accompany him. .”
"You want to retreat from the world with him."
"It's not really about retreating or not. It's just that I no longer care about unnecessary things. I, Jing Yirong, am not a nosy person. Now there is nothing I care about." Jing Yirong smiled at Scholar Tang. " I will leave with Qingyi and Zhijin."
"Now you are in the top ten in terms of reputation and ranking in the world. You are willing to give up."
"Do you think I, Jing Yirong, care about this kind of thing?" Jing Yirong didn't care. "It's because they made too much fuss. I just killed a few people I thought didn't deserve to live and they showed how powerful I am. Scholar Tang and these But it’s not what I want.”
Scholar Tang raised his eyebrows. "Jing Yirong, Jing Yirong's tone is as loud as ever."
"I'm used to it." Jing Yirong smiled. "You can go back to the Yu Kingdom and move forward together."
"Although it would be unsafe and uneventful to walk by your side, Jing Yirong. But now that the heroine's words have come to this point, if I, Tang, push you away, it will really look like I'm not giving you face." Scholar Tang resumed his expression of condolences. The look of a rattling child.
Jing Yirong glanced sideways at Scholar Tang. "There's so much nonsense."
Scholar Tang pinched his nose and smiled.
Meeting Scholar Tang in the Kingdom of the Underworld was an unexpected gain. Having someone to accompany Jing Yirong along the way made her progress not so fast. Everything had been planned for a long time. Jing Yirong was not in a hurry. But in the past few days, Jing Yirong has always felt uneasy. It seems that something is going to happen again, and it will disrupt all her steps and plans. Such thoughts make people feel confused. But again It lingers in my heart for a long time.