When Ji Jiu woke up, the curtains were down, and his wife's face on the pillow remained the same, sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed. He blinked, thinking it was just a nightmare. He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up. As soon as he moved slightly, there was severe pain behind him, and his face suddenly turned pale and all the blood disappeared.
Looking around, it seemed as if everything had changed overnight. Ji Jiu got up hastily, walked away as if fleeing, asked someone to bring hot water and soap locusts in the study, washed himself like crazy, and squeezed the hand holding the white towel harder and harder, as if he was about to touch the Every inch it touched was cut out with the same ferocity. But even though the skin was rubbed off and blood oozed out, the feeling of being at the end of the road and being humiliated never went away and was unforgettable.
He can even recall every movement and posture of the other person at this moment, as well as the words that person bit his ear and whispered: I miss you when he reached his peak.
---I miss you. Ji Jiu was so frightened and angry at this moment that he had no way of understanding the centuries-old struggle behind these four words, the struggle of soul, bone and blood on the journey day after day. I knew I shouldn't come, but I came anyway. I knew I shouldn't look for it, but I still looked for it. I knew I would be disappointed, but I still had hope.
In this life, he is Ji Jiu. After drinking Meng Po Tang, stepping on the Naihe Bridge, he returns to reincarnation, and there is no more Lysander Shen.
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