It was too easy for her to get along with He Xiangwan, and they lived together with almost no twists and turns, so she always enjoyed his kindness to her and the warmth that was like home. After He Xiangwan died, she also traveled through time.

Every time I think of him, I feel heartbroken and guilty...

Does she love him?

Things that were once extremely certain are now somewhat uncertain...

She rubbed her eyebrows with a headache, and the shadow of Di Shiyin flashed in her mind——

My heart suddenly became a little irritable.

All this was what she wanted. He finally treated her like a real master, treating her like other disciples, and finally stopped trying to keep her around in various ways. So why did she feel faintly disappointed?

Deep down in my heart, I began to look forward to greetings every morning.

And every time she saw him, she felt sad when she saw his cold appearance. The sour feeling became more and more obvious, and it tortured her heart more and more——

Pictures of spending time with him these past few days flashed through my mind again. I almost remembered all his words and actions, and even remembered the strong kiss he gave her when he turned into a young lady...

She touched her lips, and there was almost still his cold taste on her lips——

My heart started beating wildly again, and a thought suddenly crossed my mind——

Isn’t it possible that I really fell in love with him?!

This thought flashed through her mind, and even she was shocked. She thought for a moment in bed, gently stroking her beating heart——

Did I really like him? How could it be?!

The prince charming in her dream is a gentle and noble man like He Xiangwan who takes great care of his lover. How could he be such a cold-faced, sinister and venomous uncle like the Great Imperial Master?!

Is it because his previous entanglement has become a habit, and now he feels uncomfortable when he is suddenly ignored?

Or did you really fall in love with him?

Although Luo Qingyu wandered among various men in his previous life, he only had tasks for those men and had no feelings, so he could be free and easy. And the relationship with He Xiangwan also went smoothly. There were no misunderstandings or twists and turns, and they looked good on each other.

So we lived together, and we never experienced the feeling of worrying about gains and losses like now...

And this feeling now is exactly like the feeling described by the novelist——

Worrying about gains and losses, not caring about where to go, seeming aggrieved yet happy at the same time, one look and movement of the other person can make people ponder for a long time——

This feeling was novel to her, but it was also uncontrollable.

She was frightened and yet looking forward to——

I don't know when she fell asleep in a chaotic state of confusion, expectation, speculation, and uneasiness.

Even in her dreams, her mood was extremely complicated.

She was running, running in a big mountain, still holding the full-moon scimitar in her hand.

The blade was like a stream of autumn water, but she always felt that there was still blood spreading on it, and she couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard she wiped it off...

She was finally exhausted from running, so she simply sat on the ground and breathed heavily. There was a place in her heart that seemed to collapse into a blood hole, and pain mixed with blood rushed up her throat.

She held her head tightly, tears welling up, and she couldn't stop them no matter what -

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