“Qing’er, I’ve come to take you home.”
The man’s voice was gentle, and it gave her a feeling of being in a different world.
Feng Ruqing stepped forward and walked toward the man.
“Jiu’er!”
Behind her came the anxious voice of a young man.
Feng Ruqing turned around; her gaze was as clear as water, but with a touch of determination.
“I’ve remembered all of it.
“You are not Nan Changfeng. Nan Changfeng has died. The person I love now is called Nan Xian. I was seriously injured not long ago, and I’m unconscious now. You don’t exist.
“That was why you told me that anything I want would appear here. But as long as I did not think of something, it was all darkness.
“I forgot being Feng Ruqing and only remembered myself as the Ninth Emperor, so the person who appeared was Nan Changfeng. Unfortunately, I have to return to my own world, after all. Those I love and those who love me are still waiting for me over there.”
She turned around slowly and walked toward the silver-haired man.
Feng Ruqing did not turn back again.
Because the person behind her was already in the past, he was only a part of her imagination.
She must return to the man named Nan Xian.
The young man standing behind her did not move, nor did he try to pull her. He smiled faintly as his body turned into mist, slowly dissipating into the darkness.
The courtyard also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
Only the man in front of her, with light, guided her way forward.
“Qing’er…”
The man extended his hand to her smilingly. “I have finally found you.”
It took him all his strength and countless hours to break the barrier and to come to her side.
Fortunately, she was still there, so that everything he had paid for was worth it.
Feng Ruqing placed her hand on the man’s palm.
His palm was warm.
It made her heart warm.
“Let’s go home…”
The home that belonged to them…
The darkness slowly changed into light and fell upon Feng Ruqing’s body…
Her eyes went black, and her whole person instantly lost consciousness.
When she opened her eyes, a beam of sunlight poured in from outside the door and fell upon her face.
She was used to seeing darkness, so she was a little uncomfortable with this bright sunlight. She used her hand to block the light and looked out through the tiny cracks in her fingers.
A familiar and handsome face with long white hair came into vision. She stiffened.
The man smiled faintly.
“Nan Xian…” Her fingers caressed the man’s white hair. “Your hair…”
Nan Xian’s hair color was black like ink before, and Nan Changfeng’s hair was silver.
However, the man in front of her… He had white hair, and he looked somewhat weak, making her feel a little sad.
