Bravely enter the heavens and become a god

Feng Yequn's words interrupted Luo Ying's contemplation, and he said softly:

"It's late at night. I'll be guarding outside your door at night. Just go to sleep peacefully!"

Luo Ying responded with a hint of loneliness in his voice: "Hmm..."

She walked into the room, her fingertips gently touching every object in the room. The memories of the past came flooding in like a tide, drowning her soul.

Deep in my memory, the bright red wedding gowns worn by the two people seemed like a blazing fire, illuminating the entire fantasy world. Their solemn and sacred ceremony of greeting each other seemed to be announcing their vows to the entire universe.

The wedding vows that Hua Yuchen said were full of deep affection and commitment, like the bright and endless stars.

On the bed, their pleasure was like the blending of fish and water, lingering and fascinating. The lingering bed pleasure was like a series of delicate paintings, slowly unfolding in her mind. Those warm moments, those hot kisses, warm hugs, and those affectionate eyes, all attracted her like magic, making her irresistible.

However, all these once beautiful pictures now hurt her heart like thousands of sharp blades. The pain was like being tortured from the depths of her heart, making her heart bleed, making her unable to breathe and unable to forget. She struggled painfully in the illusion of happiness. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to suppress those painful memories in her heart. However, those pictures entangled her like a stubborn disease, making her unable to get rid of them. She knew very well that this memory had become an eternal pain in her heart, which she could not let go of or forget. Her heart was filled with pain and helplessness, as if she had been abandoned by this illusory wedding and was struggling alone in the darkness.

She didn't know if she could ever get out of the torment of this memory and find her own happiness again. In the illusion, love and desire intertwined into a surging wave, beating against the emotions deep in her heart.

The sadness in her heart was like the biting cold wind in winter, tearing at her soul mercilessly and leaving her wandering alone in the darkness. She lay on the bed, tears falling like beads from a broken string, crying and murmuring:

"This whole house is filled with your scent, but the warmth of the past has become a memory..."

Luo Ying held the firefly night light and the protective bottle tightly in her hands. Her voice was low and trembling:

"What happened? Why did you leave in such a hurry? And why did a mysterious assassin come to kill me? What did I do wrong?"

The firefly night light emitted a faint light, which formed a sharp contrast with the unresponsive guardian bottle. Luo Ying's tears kept flowing, and she whispered:

"Didn't we agree that you would sense my thoughts? Why don't you respond? What's wrong with you?"

While crying, Luo Ying gradually fell into a deep sleep. Feng Yequn heard her crying and her deep longing for Hua Yuchen outside the door. He couldn't help but look up and saw her sad expression through the crack in the door. His brows were furrowed and his heart was full of worry. On a moonlit night, he couldn't suppress the complex emotions in his heart. He took out a crystal clear jade flute from his arms and gently placed it on his lips. As his fingers moved, a lingering melody began to flow, like the sound of nature from another world. The jade flute seemed to have infinite magic. Whenever he played it, the air around him became dreamy, as if it was infused with some mysterious power.

His playing is not only to express the complicated and messy emotions in his heart, but also to communicate with the mysterious power between heaven and earth. Whenever the notes float in the night sky, the distant stars seem to be moved by them, shining brighter. And the melody seems to contain an indescribable emotion, which makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

In the dream, Luo Ying saw Hua Yuchen again. He found Hua Yuchen standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. He was wearing a military green cape with a fox fur collar. His tall and strong figure and handsome face looked even more heroic and imposing in the moonlight. Luo Ying shouted excitedly:

"Brother Yuchen, you're back... You sensed how much I miss you, right?"

Hua Yuchen turned around and pulled her into his arms, holding her waist with one hand and supporting her head with the other. He lowered his head and looked at her affectionately and said:

"I miss you so much……."

Before she could react, his passionate lips had already been firmly branded on hers. When their lips and teeth touched, the passionate kiss was like a fierce gust of wind, drawing the two hearts into the vortex of love, lingering and endless. The passionate kiss made the two hearts that loved each other surge with blood...

He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body. However, at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and Hua Yuchen's image disappeared with the wind, leaving Luo Ying crying alone in her dream.

Luo Ying was trapped in a nightmare. She reached out to grab the images that were drifting away:

"Brother Yuchen...Brother Yuchen..."

Under the moonlight, she woke up from the abyss of her dream, tears glittering down her delicate cheeks, like shooting stars in the night sky. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she said helplessly:

"It turns out that when you miss someone to the extreme, you will dream about the person you love deeply. You will be addicted to sleep because your body will help you see the person you miss day and night in your dream and fulfill your wish to be with him or her. If entering a dream can relieve the pain of missing someone, I hope I will never wake up..."

Suddenly, a melodious and graceful sound of a jade flute floated into her ears, like the sound of nature, passing through the mist of time and reaching the softest place in her heart.

She couldn't resist the beautiful melody and pushed open the heavy door. The moonlight was like water, falling under the simple eaves, reflecting a slender figure. It was Feng Yequn, who was leaning against the pillar under the eaves, playing the jade flute with a focused expression. His face looked even more stern and handsome under the moonlight, which made people fascinated.

She stood quietly behind him, letting the sound of the flute lead her soul. In this quiet night, their hearts seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, tightly connected to each other.

Feng Yequn suddenly sensed a faint presence behind him. He slowly turned around and his sight met Luo Ying's deep and sad eyes. At that moment, his heart seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, and he couldn't help but feel a pain.

He spoke softly, as if afraid of breaking the quiet and affectionate atmosphere, with a hint of apology in his voice:

"Did my flute wake you up?"

Luo Ying shook her head. Her voice was as gentle and warm as the spring breeze blowing across the lake:

"No, your flute sounds great!"

When Feng Yequn heard this, an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. In this quiet night, the conversation between the two seemed to be shrouded by a mysterious power, and the air was filled with an indescribable bitterness.

The air between the two seemed to freeze. Luo Ying was the first to break the silence. She asked softly:

"Can you walk with me to the magnolia forest?"

Feng Yequn didn't dare to look directly into her eyes, and lowered his head slightly. His voice was as gentle as the night wind: "Hmm"

Just as they were about to step into the magnolia forest, Feng Yequn suddenly said:

"Wait a moment."

Luo Ying looked at him with some confusion, only to see Feng Yequn stretch out his hand, and a mysterious power surged, instantly transforming into a blue cloak with a fox fur collar.

He put it on her carefully, and whispered as he did so:

"It's cold at night, and it's windy when you go out at night..."

At this moment, Luo Ying seemed to have returned to the past. The familiar movements and words instantly made her fall into a deep hallucination.

In her eyes, Feng Yequn turned into the person she missed deeply—Hua Yuchen. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't help but whisper:

"Brother Yuchen."

When Feng Yequn heard this name, he felt an indescribable pain in his heart. He tried to suppress his emotions and spoke with difficulty:

"I...I am not him."

Luo Ying was awakened by these sudden words. She smiled bitterly:

"I mistook you for him again."

Feng Yequn felt mixed emotions when he heard this, including loss and helplessness, but more importantly, deep love for Luo Ying. He tried to control his emotions and squeezed out a word:

"Ok!"