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Wenxuan is the dream spirit.

He is born out of love and only exists in dreams.

He has no moral and ethical constraints in the world, no concept of life and death, he only has love, and all his passionate love is dedicated to A Luo.

But dreams in the world are always short-lived and easy to disperse. Even if the dream spirit wants to exist for a long time, it can only rely on sucking human essence.

He unknowingly absorbed A Luo's essence and gradually grew stronger.

But A Luo was getting thinner day by day.

Finally one day, A Luo disappeared.

However, the dream spirit that should have disappeared with the dream owner, but in its obsession with A Luo's love, clung to A Luo's clothes and fell asleep.

The wings of time flap gently, and hundreds of years of light and shadow fly past.

When he woke up again, he was in Qing Yan's dream.

He saw her wearing A Luo's favorite dress back then and gently pushing open the courtyard door.

The hem of the light green embroidered pleated skirt rippled gently with her footsteps, as if a hundred years of waiting had elapsed.

The old courtyard instantly became alive as she stepped into it.

He hugged her tightly and shed a tear: "Aluo, I've finally waited for you."

However, all this is just an illusion on his part.

His A Luo died more than a hundred years ago, and she was killed by him.

"Turns out, it's me!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed, then covered his face and cried bitterly: "Aluo, I was the one who killed you..."

This hundred years of waiting has finally come to nothing.

It was only at this moment that Qing Yan finally understood that he was just a substitute.

In the final analysis, this love affair is nothing but nothingness.

After a long time, Wenxuan's mood slowly calmed down, and his eyes looked at Qing Yan.

Without the trouble of obsession, he finally saw Qing Yan's true appearance. It turned out that she was really not A Luo, and they actually looked nothing alike.

"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." He apologized sincerely, and sighed softly, "A Luo is no longer here, and it's time for me to leave."

After the words fell, Wenxuan and the surrounding scenery slowly faded and disappeared.

Qing Yan still shouted loudly: "Wenxuan..."

Wenxuan could no longer answer her. The only one who answered her was Sang Feiwan: "He has left."

"Gone? Where did you go?"

"He was born because of love, stayed because of love, and naturally died because of love."

"Disappear like this? Never appear in my dreams again?"

Qing Yan murmured and asked, even though she knew they couldn't stay together, seeing him disappear with her own eyes, her heart still hurt like a knife.

……

Zhang Chengye waited for a while, but Sang Feiwan didn't reply to his private message.

Is it sleeping?

He walked to the balcony of the cabin and stretched his neck to vaguely see the light coming from next door, next door, next door - Sang Feiwan's balcony.

The lights are still on, which means I haven't slept.

So he opened the door and went out, ready to talk to Sang Feiwan in person.

After all, they are a couple who have been in love for ten years. Although they broke up, their love is still there. No matter what, she shouldn't become a stranger. If she lowers her attitude and tries to save her, maybe she can change her mind.

As soon as he walked to the door of Sang Feiwan's room, he saw Yu Beiming guarding there like a guard.

Zhang Chengye suddenly frowned: "Why are you here? Are you here to see her too?"

Yu Beiming replied calmly: "It's not convenient for her to see you now, please come back."

I don't know why, but when Zhang Chengye is close to Yu Beiming, he always feels that he has an indescribable aura that is suppressing him.

If it were any other time, Zhang Chengye would not want to provoke him.

But now... there is a man standing at the door of his girlfriend... ex-girlfriend's room, telling him to go back?

Why!

"How do you know it's not convenient for her to see me? Get out of the way, I have something important to tell Wanwan!"

Zhang Chengye wanted to push Yu Beiming away, but he caught him off guard and clamped his wrist, "What did you call her?"

His strength was so strong that it felt like his wrist would break when he squeezed it.

Zhang Chengye was in unbearable pain and was about to make a sound, but suddenly found that his throat seemed to be blocked and he could not make any sound at all.

But Yu Beiming, who was polite in front of the camera and often blushed and shy, which aroused the protective desire of many girls, seemed to be a different person, with a murderous look on his face, as if Shura King of Hell was leaning over him.

At the last moment when Zhang Chengye lost consciousness, he could still vaguely hear Yu Beiming's cold warning: "Wanwan is not yours to shout. If you let me hear you next time, it won't be as simple as keeping silent."

……

Sang Feiwan regained consciousness and opened his eyes.

Although the matter with Qing Yan was resolved smoothly, the scene where Meng Jing disappeared made her slightly dazed.

These romantic things were sticky and irritating, but they inexplicably affected her emotions.

She didn't like this feeling very much, so she recited a heart-clearing mantra to calm her mind again.

After opening the door, he saw Yu Beiming standing there honestly, not leaving even an inch.

Seeing her come out, his eyes lit up slightly and he asked softly: "Is the matter resolved?"

Sang Feiwan nodded: "Solved. Thanks, you can go back and rest."

He didn't say much, said "good night" and turned to leave.

Sang Feiwan looked at his back, and inexplicably thought of the infatuated dreamer again, and asked out of nowhere: "What do you think love...is?"

Like Qing Yan, although she is in love, she can clearly weigh the pros and cons and wake up in time.

Or just like Meng Jing, who lives for love and dies for love.

Yu Beiming paused and turned around to look at her. His slightly furrowed brow showed that he was seriously thinking about her question.

For a moment, Sang Feiwan felt that he had asked the wrong person.

A boy like Yu Beiming who blushes even after saying a few words to him must have little experience in love. How is it possible to answer such a profound question?

She was about to say, you don't need to answer.

He said quietly: "I used to think that love is possession and staying together regardless of the consequences. But later, I found that love that is too overbearing and selfish only brings harm, and will push the two people who originally loved each other further and further. Far."

Sang Feiwan was a little surprised, raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "I have a deep feeling. It seems that I have loved you forever. Overbearing, selfish love? Why does it sound like a domineering president?"

Yu Beiming smiled and didn't mind her joke.

Sang Feiwan became interested, "What about your lover? Are you still together?"

His eyes dimmed slightly: "She has already forgotten me... completely forgotten about me."

Sang Feiwan was surprised: "Still amnesia? It matches the boss's style quite well!"

He chuckled: "It's true."

Sang Feiwan asked again: "What happened next? Did you find her? Did you save her?"