It turns out it really wasn’t a dream.
Ning Xia fell heavily on the couch and put her arms over her eyes, as if she could return to the darkness in this way and escape from something so real and terrifying.
During these days of sleeping, her eyes were filled with blood in her dreams. Sometimes there was a miserable roar, and sometimes there was a soft voice. Someone was whispering the threat of death in her ear, and she saw a thin figure blocking her. in front of.
But she couldn't do anything in this dream. Her hands, feet, torso, and even brain didn't obey her instructions.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move her fingers. She could only watch as the figure blocked her in front of her again and again, moved away again and again, and disappeared in a white light until it was gone.
She screamed, cursed, and kept shouting that person's name in her dream. Chonghuan...
But this person who used to be extremely docile and listened to her words more than anyone else, never once turned back to look at her. Not once.
She could only watch him leave again and again.
Ningxia's mood became more and more desperate every time, but she could only watch this person disappear and leave, never to appear in front of her again.
Until one day, she watched numbly as the other person blocked her in front of her again. Just when she thought the other person was repeating the previous scene, suddenly...
He looked back.
This was the only time in so many times that he looked back.
Those eyes were looking at him softly, full of reluctance. The eyes of love, respect, and cherishment fell on her body. The mixed emotions made her body stiff for a moment.
Ningxia suddenly found that she could move again. For the first time in so many days, she moved her stiff arms and her lips trembled: "Chong Huan..."
"Yeah. I'm here." He smiled and curled his eyebrows. This was an emotion she had never seen on his face.
Ning Xia trembled all over, pulled up her chain-like feet, stepped out, and walked to the other party step by step.
The other party didn't make any move, and looked at her with a gentle expression as she trudged over, looking... very close yet very far away.
Ning Xia stopped a few steps away from the other party, paused, and did not dare to move forward. I don’t know if I am afraid or unwilling to face something.
She heard a chuckle escape from the other party's lips, and then the person who had been standing slowly walked towards her, came to her, and completed the action she had not completed.
The person she met came to her, but for some reason, Ning Xia didn't dare to look up at her. She lowered her head slightly and refused to look at the other person's face.
A warm palm gently landed on the top of her hair, itching and making her nose feel a little sore.
The hot and wet liquid lingered in her eyes for a moment without being retained, and rushed out impatiently, making her face covered with tears. You don't need to look at it to know that he is very embarrassed. Ning Xia's throat is choked and she can't help but choke.
The more she cried, the more aggrieved she became, as if she were facing a parent she could rely on, almost crying.
Ningxia thought inappropriately. This body clearly has the blood of metal and sword bones, but why are his hands so warm?
But why should such a good person suffer such things? Why take his life?
Ningxia knew she was dreaming. Just knowing it made me feel even more uncomfortable. Even in my dream, I couldn't help but cry uncontrollably.
So shameful. This is her dream.
It may also be the only place where she can see Zhong Huan and the only place where she can talk to him. Why can't she talk to him?
"You... have been here for so long. Why don't you raise your head and look at me? I still want to... talk to you." The young man's voice was light and no longer gloomy and heavy as before.
Since Ning Xia knew him, even when he was happiest, he had never had a more relaxed expression, with relief and unruliness. It was as if the whole person had been liberated.
With tears in her eyes, Ning Xia raised her head in surprise, looked into those starry eyes, and was stunned.
Is it really a dream? Chong Huan would not have such an expression. He is painful, depressed, and restrained even when he is happy. How come you have such an expression?
"Ah, you are finally willing to look at me. I thought Master, you were going to send me away like this. If this is really the case...then I will be very, very sad."
The young man smiled and wiped her tears. After he found that the tears were getting more and more wiped, he stopped with an embarrassed look on his face and stroked her head again.
Then a gentle push pushed her forward, and she was fully held in his arms.
Zhong Huan's human form is that of a boy, but he is quite tall. He hugs Ning Xia as if he were holding a doll.
Ningxia didn't have time to react before she fell into this warm embrace. There was a faint metallic coldness, but it was not overwhelming. She was stunned for a moment and did not move.
"I've always wanted to do this. You once held my body before, which made me feel at ease and comfortable. I also want to try it, hugging someone, or what it feels like. So it's like this..."
"It's a pity that I can no longer accompany you." His tone was slightly regretful and reluctant: "I'm leaving."
"I really want to go on like this with you. But, I have no choice. It's time for me to leave."
Ning Xia, who suddenly calmed down after being hugged, suddenly burst out: "No!"
"You fool. Who told you to do this? You don't have to sacrifice your life for such a scumbag, right?"
"You don't believe me so much? That fire formation stone..."
"Okay, good boy. That's all in the past, it's meaningless. Don't let our last meeting turn into this. I want to leave you the best memories." He knelt down and looked at Ning Xia softly, his eyes deep. There is something indestructible and mysterious hidden everywhere that speaks of his determination.
Meeting the other person's eyes, Ning Xia suddenly paused and didn't want to say anything.
After a long time, her eyebrows relaxed, and her face was filled with helplessness and a dull expression.
"Good boy."
"It's time for me to leave. Maybe... I should have left a long time ago."
"I'm very reluctant to let you go. But I really can't go on with you any longer."
"Thank you these days, I am living a very happy and fulfilling life. These are probably the happiest days in my life. Really, thank you."
"I'm leaving. There's nothing left for you, only that, just leave it as a thought. It's a pity that I can't leave it completely to you, although there is something missing. But it's enough."
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The other party talked nonchalantly, and Ningxia stopped quietly. The roles of the two people seemed to be reversed in an instant. She was the one who was speaking and the other party was listening.
Ningxia felt like crying again.
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"Okay, good boy. That's all in the past, it's meaningless. Don't let our last meeting turn into this. I want to leave you with the best memories."
