“Dai’er…” Xi Jin who looked like a ghost cried out distressingly.
Why did the two people in love walk in opposite directions in the big wedding scene?
Did Si Mobai betray her, or did she betray him? Or was it because the two had difficulties no one knew of?
No matter what it was, he loved her heartily. How could a good woman like her be let down like that?
Next to this painting, there was another red portrait. She was wearing a big red palace dress in this one. The train of the one-foot-long skirt lay on the ground. It was trailing beside red flowers on both sides, making it difficult to distinguish between the flowers and her dress.
She had her head and the corners of her lips raised slightly as she looked at the full moon hanging high in the sky. As if she had seen her loved one, she looked very satisfied. In front of her was a white jade bridge. On the other side of the bridge stood a figure—that was Si Mobai. He was watching the other side of the bridge with anticipation as if he was also waiting for someone.
If Si Mobai and Feng Tianlan were here, they would be surprised. Why were Mobai’s paintings here? And what was the matter with the settings of these paintings?
“Bridge of Helplessness…” Xi Jin looked at the words carved on the stone tablet. His facial expression changed slightly. The two of them were looking at each other across the bridge, but they didn’t know it, and so they were just waiting foolishly…
This scene made Xi Jin painfully anxious. What exactly was she going through? Why was there such a tribulation?
“Why do you want me to see this?” Xi Jin asked hoarsely. For a long time, he stared at the painting of the two on either side of the Bridge of Helplessness.
He didn’t know how long he had been here. He only remembered holding Dai’er’s body and then he was here in a blink of an eye. He had been looking at these paintings for a long, long time.
“Only when you are alive will there be infinite hope.” There was a soft voice in the room, but no one appeared in front of him.
Xi Jin’s gaze fell on the painting of the flowers and the Bridge of Helplessness.
Alive?
Was he still qualified to live?
Whenever he thought about how he actually ate Dai’er’s flesh, he felt himself going crazy. He felt that even with death, he could not atone for his sin.
“Are you going to watch her die again?” the voice sounded again.
Xi Jin’s body stiffened, and his anxious voice was even more hoarse. “Will she die?”
“Of course.”
Xi Jin’s eyes dilated. He looked up at the different portraits, but they all appeared to be the same. Although the profile of the person in the portrait on the first wall was seen, he could tell that it was Si Mobai, and it was Feng Tianlan in his arms. With overwhelming sadness on his face, the person in his arms could not be in a good state.
“That was their previous life. Her name was Yunyi, and his name was Wu Ya. In the end, she died in his arms,” the voice explained to Xi Jin.
Xi Jin narrowed his eyes and chuckled. “These paintings may have been drawn by an artist you found, how reliable could they be?”
These were just portraits, how could they be credible? It was just to take advantage of him that this person used these paintings to deceive him. There was no such thing as past and present lives.
“Shen Qingdai will be reborn as Feng Tianlan because they are the same soul and the same person. I don’t need to lie to you.”
Xi Jin sneered at the paintings. He wanted to believe, but he was deeply cynical that because the Demon King was so protective of her, he would never willingly hurt her. And on the Bridge of Helplessness, the two people, who looked at each other but didn’t know it, were obviously deeply in love with each other. It was precisely this that so that it made the scene feel more depressing.
“You can always verify the truth of these things in the future. You owe her so much. If you die now, you will only make her feel guilty and blame herself. Your death will not make up for anything. It is better to live and protect her secretly so that at least some tragedies can be avoided.”
