Bravely enter the heavens and become a god

Seeing Luo Ying crying like a pear blossom in the rain, her tears fell like pear blossom rain, each drop contained endless sorrow and deep affection. Feng Yequn felt as if his heart was torn apart by a knife at this moment, looking at her tears.

Feng Yequn's heart was broken, and he hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to use his own strength to heal her inner wounds. His voice was low and gentle, as gentle as the spring breeze, and he coaxed her softly, trying to get her out of her sadness:

"Don't be sad! Don't be sad! Don't have any regrets...

perhaps....

There is someone in this world who loves you more than him...

I can give up everything for you, even sacrifice my own life..."

Suddenly, Luo Ying walked lightly beside Feng Yequn, patted his shoulder gently with her slender fingers, and said with a hint of concern:

"Brother Ye Qun, why are you staring at Feng Xin Zi in a trance? I'm asking you a question!"

Feng Yequn woke up from his hazy thoughts and suddenly realized that what he had just seen was just an illusion in his mind. He responded with a little apology:

"What did you just say? I was distracted and didn't hear it!"

Luo Ying shook his head gently, his brows revealing his worry for Feng Yequn:

"Brother Ye Qun, why have you been speaking incoherently and in a trance since you were injured?"

She paused for a moment, as if she was in a state of self-blame, her voice low and full of guilt:

"It's all my fault! I got you hurt! I wasted a hundred years of your vitality..."

Suddenly,

Feng Yequn pulled her into his arms like a violent storm, tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his bones. His eyes were as deep as the sea, full of endless tenderness, and he whispered in her ear, his voice was like the sound of nature:

"Don't blame yourself. I've done all this for you willingly. I don't ask for anything in return. I just hope you can be happy and not have any burden."

In a trance, Feng Yequn saw Luo Ying standing in front of him, looking at him seriously, with a mischievous light flashing in Luo Ying's eyes. She walked up to him, gently waved her hand in front of his eyes, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"Hey! What are you daydreaming about again?"

Feng Yequn seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He shook his head, trying to dispel the inexplicable dizziness. He muttered to himself in a low and mysterious voice:

"It seems to have some effect. I've been having hallucinations lately."

After hearing this, Luo Ying frowned slightly and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Deep in Feng Yequn's heart, there seemed to be a mysterious force cursing him:

"Feng Yequn, are you really crazy? You dare to have such arrogant thoughts. Isn't that a blatant challenge to His Highness?"

His heart was beating so fast it seemed like it was going to burst out of his chest.

He tried to calm his mind and let his chaotic thoughts gradually settle. He turned to look at Luo Ying, and her bright eyes revealed deep concern.

"What did you say just now?" Feng Yequn's voice trembled slightly, as if he was afraid to hear an answer he didn't want to face.

Luo Ying looked at him, a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes. She gently held his hand and said softly:

"You're in a really bad state right now, so stop thinking about those things. I'll help you go back and rest."

Luo Ying gently helped Feng Yequn back to the room and laid him down on the bed. Then she brought him a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup, which she had specially prepared for Feng Yequn. She approached the bed and called him softly:

"Brother Yequn, get up and drink the soup!"

However, no matter how she called, Feng Yequn seemed to be in a deep sleep and did not respond at all. Luo Ying's heart began to panic, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes:

"Brother Yequn, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Just when Luo Ying felt helpless, Feng Yequn's eyes suddenly opened in a daze. His voice was hoarse and weak:

"I'm fine... don't worry..."

Seeing this, Luo Ying became even more flustered. She murmured in a low voice, blaming herself:

"Could it be that the chicken soup I cooked has caused you to have problems... Are you gods not allowed to eat mortal food?"

Feng Yequn shook his head slightly and tried to force out a smile:

"I'm fine..."

After Feng Yequn finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep again, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Luo Ying looked at him with fondness and stayed by his side as if he was guarding a bright star, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

She leaned against the wall in a daze, tired but determined, until she fell into a dream.

However, in this silent night, the call of Feng Yequn suddenly sounded, like a call across time and space, carrying with it deep attachment and reluctance.

"Luo Ying...Luo Ying..."

His voice was weak and trembling, as if he was wandering on the edge of dream and reality.

Luo Ying woke up instantly, and she held Feng Yequn's hand tightly, as if she was holding a drifting soul. She whispered to comfort him, gently but firmly.

"I'm here...I'm here..."

Her voice was full of worry and concern, like a lamp lit for him, illuminating his confused mind.

Feng Yequn slowly opened his eyes, tears flashing in his eyes, but also revealing a kind of determination. He struggled to get up and hugged Luo Ying tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to integrate her into his bones.

"Don't go... don't go... don't leave me... don't abandon me... please... don't leave me..."

His voice was filled with endless grief and pleading, as if losing her was equivalent to losing the whole world.

Luo Ying trembled slightly. She couldn't bear to push him away, so she could only let him hug her affectionately. She patted his back gently, whispering in a voice like the sound of nature:

“I’m here… I’m not leaving…

I’ve always been by your side…”

Feng Yequn's heart gradually calmed down in Luo Ying's arms. He held her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to merge her into his blood. He murmured his inner voice:

"I've never been so confused before...

I know you are His Highness's woman...

I shouldn't have such feelings for you...

But I just can't control my crazy love for you!"

Luo Ying's heart was like the sky pierced by lightning. She felt Feng Yequn's love, and that deep affection made her unable to resist. She tried to push him away, but he hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to keep her in his arms forever.

Feng Yequn said to her in a low and suppressed voice:

"Don't you know who I stand shoulder to shoulder with, who I risk my life for?

I said that the girl I like is you, can't you hear the difference between my words? "

Luo Ying pushed him away with all her strength! She looked at him in horror and said tremblingly:

“How could I not hear…

I already have Brother Yuchen in my heart! I must consciously keep my distance from the opposite sex! I can’t let you have any fantasies about me... otherwise we can’t even be brothers anymore!"

Feng Yequn was like a frenzied beast, his hands tightly grasping her arms like iron tongs, his eyes flashing with uncontrolled flames, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:

“No…I don’t want to be your good brother!

I finally understand how painful your lovesickness was before... Only when you have experienced it yourself can you empathize with it."

Hearing his words, Luo Ying was shocked! Luo Ying's heart was like being hit hard by a huge wave. She couldn't look directly at his burning eyes. She could only avoid his sight and murmured in a weak but firm voice:

"My heart is only so big...it's full of him...

There will be no room for anyone else!"

Under the moonlight, Feng Yequn's eyes suddenly became deep, and he gently loosened her tightly held arms. It was like letting go of a worldly fetter. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes revealed endless loneliness.

He turned around and cast his eyes toward the vast starry sky outside the window, as if he wanted to find the answer in the endless universe. His voice was low and magnetic, like the sound of an ancient zither, traveling through the long river of time, and he slowly chanted a poem:

"I have someone I miss, who is far away.

I feel something, and it is in my deep intestines.

You can't go far away, and look around all day long.

I have grown up and cannot understand it, and I think about it every night.

Besides, at this night of the canal light, I stayed alone in the empty hall.

It is not yet autumn, and the wind and rain are strong. "

He suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing with a deep light, staring at Luo Ying, and continued to say to her affectionately:

"Think without speaking, remember without forgetting,

I want it but I can’t see it, I love it but I can’t get it.

If you can control your emotions, what's the point of having a heart?

If you can control your heart, why bother to be moved?

If love can be controlled, why suffer the pain? "

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart as if it was torn apart, as if an invisible hand was twisting his heart fiercely. He covered his chest, and blood could not help but flow out from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

Seeing this, Luo Ying was terrified and rushed forward to hug him tightly, his voice trembling:

"Brother Ye Qun, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Under the moonlight, Feng Yequn nestled in Luo Ying's warm embrace. His face was pale, but his eyes were as bright as stars. He gazed at Luo Ying affectionately, his eyes full of attachment and love for her. Luo Ying no longer avoided his fiery gaze, and their sights intertwined in the night sky, like the meeting of stars and the moon.

Feng Yequn mustered up his courage and asked softly:

"If there is an afterlife, and you meet me first, will you choose me first? Let me be the only one in your life?"

Although his voice was weak, it was full of sincere expectation.

Luo Ying's heart was like turbulent waves. After a long struggle and entanglement, she finally faced Feng Yequn's expectant gaze and answered with a trembling voice:

"meeting!"

Her voice was weak, but firm as stone.

Feng Yequn heard this, and tears of joy flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his weak fingers, gently hooked Luo Ying's little finger, and said with a smile:

"Make a pinky promise! Be sincere... Keep your word... If there is an afterlife, love me as seriously as you love him...

Because when I loved you...I never left myself a way out!"

Luo Ying's heart was like a whirlpool stirred up by the wind, in chaos and disorder. She couldn't help but gently hook Feng Yequn's equally slender little finger. This seemed like a silent agreement, or perhaps the most sincere desire in her heart.

Feng Yequn felt the faint touch from his fingers, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He hugged Luo Ying tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his arms, and then fell into a deep sleep. He was still muttering:

“Don’t leave… Don’t wake up… Don’t separate… Don’t see the dawn…”

Luo Ying stared at Feng Yequn who was sleeping soundly. His face looked even more handsome in the moonlight. However, her brows were furrowed tightly, and her heart was filled with complex emotions like a river and sea. She gently laid him flat on the bed and carefully covered him with a blanket to ensure that he could sleep peacefully in the warmth.

After completing all this, Luo Ying sighed softly. Her eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and deep guilt, as if the emotional entanglement between her and Feng Yequn had just been completely revealed in this quiet night.