The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

When Meng Xuanhe woke up again, she was still in Chenxiang Ji.

The white painting magic stuck on her forehead had long disappeared, and what came into her eyes was a bright sunshine, which shone on her through the gaps in the Chenxiangji gauze curtain.

It was warm and gentle, yet it made her cry unintentionally.

She experienced several years in that era which could not be found in history, and the memories that came flooding in like a tide swirled in her mind.

It was as if the grand wedding scene of yesterday was still before her eyes, and as if the love of her life was still by her side and had never left.

Meng Xuanhe struggled to stand up, and the ancient books scattered on the ground were still lying quietly beside her.

She suppressed the sadness in her heart and took a deep breath.

The sky outside the window was as blue as a mirror, and tender green leaves hung on the treetops. The breeze blew past, making a rustling sound, and the fresh smell of soil and flowers came, but Meng Xuanhe paid no attention to this beautiful scenery.

Her limbs seemed to be numb. She raised her arms and moved them slightly before she could barely take a step.

I wonder if that old man is still here? I wonder what time it is now?

Meng Xuanhe pushed open the door and walked out, and found that Chenxiangji was still as peaceful as before.

It seemed as if the old man had never been there, as if the white painting spirit did not exist at all, and as if the past few years had been just a dream she had in her spare moments.

All the people and favors she received from that dynasty are just a thing of the past and can never be embraced again.

Meng Xuanhe was exhausted and hung a "Closed" sign in front of Chenxiangji. Then he took out his cell phone to check the time.

When she traveled through time, it was just the beginning of winter vacation. Now it was already mid-February, so exactly one month had passed.

Seeing the time on his phone, Meng Xuanhe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really scared that everything she experienced was an illusion. She was really scared that even Xie Lin was just a fantasy character in her dreams.

But fortunately, all of this really happened.

Time is the best proof.

Although she can't go back now, she wants to return to that dynasty, return to Xie Lin, and accompany him for the rest of her life even if she tries her best.

The cell phone rang in the silence. Meng Xuanhe was slightly startled. It turned out to be her roommate and also her best friend in modern times - Chu Huanhuan.

"Meng Xuanhe, what are you doing? It's been more than a month and I haven't been able to contact you at all." Chu Huanhuan's hurried voice came.

Meng Xuan and Qie went out to check their phone calls and text messages, all of which were missed calls from Chu Huanhuan.

She responded apologetically: "I'm sorry, Huanhuan, I was sick these days, so I didn't answer your call."

Chu Huanhuan heard that her voice seemed to be a little worried, and hurriedly said: "Are you feeling better now? Which hospital are you in? I'll bring some fruit to see you."

Meng Xuanhe felt warm in his heart: "It's okay, I'm fine now, you don't have to worry about me too much."

Although his condition is not good, Meng Xuanhe will not let people around him worry about him.

She should process her emotions by herself. No matter how much others comfort her, it will not help her get over it by herself.

"Then remember that school will start in seven days. Oh, and I called the police when you disappeared. Do you want to explain to them?"

After Chu Huanhuan finished speaking, she hung up the phone without giving Meng Xuanhe time to react.

Because she knew that she would definitely be scolded by Meng Xuanhe.

Meng Xuanhe was very helpless. He held his forehead with his hand and then ran to the police station without stopping.

After explaining to the policeman for a long time, she finally came out of the police station exhausted.

The policeman finally released her after he had almost broken his tongue, fearing that she had done something illegal.

It was already evening when they came out. Meng Xuanhe hesitated and called Meng Sangxi.

But this call was just like usual, no one answered and the call was automatically hung up after a busy tone.

Everything seems to have returned to the starting point, but everything is different from the starting point.

After dinner, Meng Xuanhe's mood continued to be low, especially when he looked at the bright moon outside through the window of Chenxiangji, the feeling of loneliness in the dead of night was even stronger.

Especially when viewed from this angle, it looked very much like the bright nights she saw in the princess's mansion.

Xie Lin, how are you doing in Chang'an now?

After I left, have you healed your wounds and taken good care of yourself?

I want to see you, I really want to see you.

Meng Xuanhe opened his mobile phone under the moonlight and booked a flight to the Forbidden City for himself almost without hesitation.

If she continued to be depressed like this, she would soon become a different person. She might as well go out for a walk and give herself some time to relax.

During her coma, Meng Sangxi transferred her living expenses and pocket money. Together with the savings from her previous shop, she did not have to worry about the journey.

So as soon as it was dawn, she packed her things and headed for the airport.

The ancient city wall might still bring back some memories, making her feel that the place existed.

Although the time and space are different, the characters are different, and although time has passed and they are thousands of years apart.

She still wanted to be closer to Xie Lin, even though they could never see each other again.

After arriving at the airport, she went to check in her luggage in a hurry. At this time, her ID card happened to fall to the ground, but she didn't notice it because she was in a hurry.

"Miss, your ID card fell off."

Hearing a familiar voice of sunshine, Meng Xuanhe turned around without hesitation to look at the person coming.

Jialang was standing behind her, smiling slightly, holding her ID card in his hand.

"You... Jialang?" Meng Xuanhe couldn't hide her shock. She never expected that in the 21st century, she would still see someone from that dynasty.

And this person was none other than the handsome young man Jialang whom she had once saved.

Jialang was wearing a blue and white high school uniform. His bangs seemed to be a little long, and some of them had covered his eyes, but the clean aura unique to high school boys could not be hidden.

"Sister, do you know me?" Jia Lang seemed a little surprised and handed his ID card to Meng Xuanhe.

While she was still in a daze, she seemed to hear a man calling her from behind.

"Jia Lang, let's go, the plane will be late."

Meng Xuanhe couldn't control his tears because the person who called Jialang was actually his twin brother Jiarun.

The scenes that happened in the princess's mansion came back to her mind, and she could hardly control her tears.

"Don't cry, little sister. My brother is calling me. If you need any help, you can go to the airport staff at the information counter."

Jialang was a little panicked when he saw her tears, but the plane did not allow him to stay any longer.

After comforting Meng Xuanhe with a few words, he ran towards the boarding gate, leaving Meng Xuanhe alone.

This meeting came without warning and ended in a hurry.

Meng Xuanhe couldn't help but tremble in her heart. If Jiarun and Jialang could be in modern times, then it was possible that Xie Lin would also appear in front of her.

With hope, Meng Xuanhe wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, suppressed his excitement and went to the boarding gate.

Emotions are something that won't come back as long as you don't think about them over and over again.

The journey is just around the corner, and it seems that hope is just around the corner...