Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 599 Confession

  The gift box is wrapped with a delicate red ribbon. Jasmine pulls the ribbon and peels off the wrapping paper.

  Inside is a dark brown wooden small box.

   "So cute." Jasmine praised and opened the box.

  In the box, there is a pendant.

  Jasmine raised her hand and hooked up the pendant.

  In the center of the black silk thread, there is a black strip of metal hanging, and Jasmine raised the pendant to her eyes and observed it with the light.

   "Huh? This..."

  A familiar pattern is actually carved on the rod-shaped metal.

  "Isn't this my lock whip," Jasmine shouted out in surprise, "The carved pattern on this...Xiaolan, did you buy this?"

   "I bought it, but originally there were only some simple reliefs on it, and the rest of the patterns were carved by me... By the way, Wen Ling also helped," Xiaolan asked sheepishly, "Is it quite similar?"

   "It's too similar, it's just a miniature version of the lock whip!" Jasmine hung the pendant directly around her neck, "Does it look good?"

   "Super suits you!"

  Jasmine lowered her head to observe the pendant carefully. Xiaolan grinned, and raised her hand, and took out the same pendant from her collar, "Look, Jasmine, I also have the same pendant."

   Jasmine stared at the pendant on Xiao Lan's neck, and was taken aback.

  A warm current surged into my heart.

   "Jasmine, in fact, I always think...I can meet you..." Xiaolan was a little choked, so she swallowed the sensational sentence back, "When you return to Jiutan, don't forget me, okay?"

  The sadness of parting, only then slowly climbed into everyone's hearts.

  The eighteen-year-old Jasmine will soon return to her family, assume her responsibilities, and become an excellent master.

  And they have their own way to go.

  Is there any chance to see you again?

  The answer to this question, Xiaolan thought for a long time.

  I still don’t know.

  In this case, at least, they have to remember each other before they meet next time.

  Jasmine, remember that I got a lock whip from you, and remember Liao Yilan.

   Xiaolan grinned exaggeratedly, and she swallowed her tears back. Jasmine's eye circles were also a little red, and everyone was holding back.

   "Harm...Don't talk about the sad things," Luo Jiutian interrupted, looking at the sadness of the two, "You can also ask Jasmine to write to you. My pigeon delivery range is very wide."

  The two laughed together.

The sad mood was quickly diluted by the sumptuous dinner. Since the game was released, everyone has been making up for the bitter days of the ten-day banquet with all kinds of delicious food. In a circle of satisfied smiles, the dinner is over. .

  Of course, as the highlight of the birthday party, a birthday cake is of course indispensable.

  The boys brought the big cake brought by the Taoist chief to the dining table, and the girls happily put in 18 colorful candles.

  Candle light flickered in the dark room, reflecting Jasmine's flushing face.

  She looked at the beating candlelight infatually, and a dim smile came to the corner of her mouth.

   "Jasmine, you can make a wish," Qin Yin reached out and put the birthday star hat on Jasmine's head. "Blow the candle after making the wish."

  Jasmine nodded, closed her eyes and recited something silently, then opened her eyes.

   "Alright, alright, let's turn on the lights..."

  Qin Yin was sending Baomu to turn on the light in the restaurant, and Jasmine suddenly said something for no reason.

  "Don't turn on the lights," Jasmine's voice was trembling, "Don't turn on the lights, I...I have something to say."

  Everyone looked at Jasmine curiously.

   Jasmine clenched her fists with both hands, her face became more and more red, she took a few deep breaths, and knocked her fists anxiously on her knees.

  What does this mean? Tensed like this.

   "Let's talk," Qin Yin said softly, "We are all listening."

   Jasmine focused her head a few times, and the hair accessories on her temples were almost thrown off by her.

  Seeing Jasmine's appearance, everyone also became nervous.

   "Say it, Jasmine, don't be afraid," Luo Jiutian soothed softly, "If there is any difficulty..."

   "Nine days!"

   Jasmine suddenly called out Luo Jiutian's name.

   "Hey." Luo Jiutian agreed subconsciously.

   Jasmine raised her head and fixedly looked at Luo Jiutian's eyes.

  Across the pulsating candlelight, there is a distance of less than one meter.

  Two pairs of eyes.

  In an instant, Luo Jiutian's pupils flickered.

  He got it.

  Qin Yin looked at Jasmine, and then at Luo Jiutian. After a while, he showed a suddenly realized expression, "It turns out..."

   "Jasmine..." Luo Jiutian exhaled, and the same pink color appeared on his cheek.

   "Nine days, I..." Jasmine read the tenderness in Luo Jiutian's eyes. After understanding the other party's intentions, the tension disappeared, "Nine days, I like you very much."

  Gosh.

   Xiaolan covered her mouth. She looked around, and it seemed that only she and the idiot showed shocked expressions, and the others were all expected.

  Luo Jiutian’s eyes were unusually bright. He stood up from his chair excitedly, and said squabblingly, "Mo...Jasmine, I...I like..."

"Of course Jiutian likes you too, Jasmine," the old Luo on the opposite side interrupted his son's confession and smiled kindly at Jasmine. "For so many years, Jiutian has treated you like his own sister, how can he not like you? What?"

"I know, Uncle Luo, but I am not referring to the feelings between brothers and sisters," Jasmine raised her eyes to look up at Luo Jiutian with a little shyness, "I mean another kind of feeling, that is...my parents, they passed away. Previous feelings, Uncle Luo, I..."

  Luo Jiutian just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Lao Luo again.

   "Jasmine, you are still a child," Lao Luo's voice fell low, "You still don't understand the emotions between men and women."

The shy smile on Jasmine's face restrained a little, and her usual self-confidence and calmness recovered a bit, "But Uncle Luo, in any case, Jiutian and I are both adults. I know what I think, and I believe Jiutian knows too. "

  Lao Luo turned his head, and looked at Luo Jiutian with a serious look for verification.

   "Father, I...I like Jasmine," Luo Jiutian pursed his lips, "I thought you knew that since I was a kid...I have liked Jasmine."

  The smile on Lao Luo's face disappeared. After losing his smile, Xiaolan felt that Lao Luo's appearance was a bit scary for the first time.

   "But it's impossible."

  For a while, Lao Luo spit out these words lightly.

  Everyone present was stunned.

   "Father..."

   "It's impossible for you and Jasmine." As if he didn't understand them, Lao Luo repeated it again.

   "Why?! Uncle Luo, I..."

   "Jasmine, don't say any more," Lao Luo raised his hand to interrupt Jasmine's words, stood up, and coldly ordered Luo Jiutian, "Nine days, come out, I have something to tell you."

  (End of this chapter)