His eyebrows twitched a few times, and he turned around quickly, only to see a shadow emerging from the clouds. He quickly walked over and reached out to grab her, but the shadow suddenly floated away again.
He didn't believe it, Leng Sui'an must be playing tricks.
Leng Xiao is dead and she will not appear again.
"Leng Sui'an, get out!" He shouted sternly. The fog was so thick that he couldn't see his surroundings clearly. Even Leng Sui'an had disappeared.
"Nangong Yitian!" The voice sounded again. This time, it was more familiar, with her unique coldness. When she called him, she immediately stopped the last note, always seeming to have no unnecessary emotion.
A shadow slowly walked out of the mist. He couldn't see its appearance, but it gave him a familiar feeling.
Nangong Yitian's heart felt as if it had been hit hard by a drum, and the pain made his whole heart shrink into a ball.
He wanted to go over it, but his legs seemed unable to walk, as if they were nailed to the ground, and as if they were disabled before. If he moved, he would feel excruciating pain.
Heat quickly surged into his eyes, and he slowly stretched out his hand towards the misty figure, but his hand could not touch her. She was clearly very close, but she seemed to be far away.
"You stand up!" The shadow was speaking, and the voice was the voice in the memory.
The pain suddenly turned into heart-gnawing hatred, and he almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Is it you?"
"It's me, you hate me? Why?"
His voice was hoarse in his throat. He hated her, scolded her, blamed her, and was angry with her. He couldn't say anything except a trembling, "Are you... okay?"
Her voice was also choked, "I'm fine!"
He smiled, but tears fell from his face. He stared at her for a long time, trying hard to see her appearance through the mist, but the mist could not go away.
After a long time, he asked: "Have you ever, even a little... missed me?"
Leng Xiao's heart suddenly hurt, tears fell, and she said hoarsely: "I want to!"
His smile was bigger, but also paler, "Then I forgive you."
Leng Xiao could clearly see his face, his pain, and his smile in the mist.
He said: "I am a prince."
"Congratulations," she said.
He said: "I will always think of that night when you came to my room, I held you, and I heard your heartbeat. That was the warmest memory you left for me."
That was the night she lost control.
The tears he held back blurred his drunken acting skills, "I always think about what price I have to pay to have you come back to me."
Leng Xiao burst into tears, "I'm sorry!"
She didn't know that he cared about her so much, she never knew.
His voice was full of regret and pathos, "I stood up, but you didn't see it."
"I see it now." Leng Xiao said with a heavy nasal voice, "It's just like I imagined."
He smiled, but his handsome and resolute face was filled with sadness, "Can I still see you?"
Leng Xiao was silent and couldn't bear to look at him.
In the past three years, she actually opened the Mo Xuan system more than once to see their future, but every time she was shocked.
"Can't?" His words were trembling.
"I don't know." Leng Xiao slowly stepped back and couldn't help crying, "But if we can't see each other again, I hope you will be kind to our child, protect him, and use all your efforts."
"Don't go!" He wanted to chase her, but his legs still felt like they were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move at all. He stretched out his hand in a hurry, but didn't catch anything, and his voice was chaotic, "Please, Leng Xiao, don't go."
The shadow gradually disappeared.
He stared in that direction, as if dead, motionless, his outstretched hand just hanging in the void.
The clouds and fog gradually dispersed.
The light dimmed the water vapor in the mountains, making it hazy and he couldn't see anything clearly.
