Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 327 Unfinished Dream

After his father's earnest words, Lin Huan's memory became blurred as if shrouded in fog. He could not remember what heartfelt words he had confided to his brother and father later.

She slowly woke up, her consciousness still a little confused, she only felt the surroundings swaying gently, there was no doubt that she was in the carriage. Lin Huan calmed down and realized that she had fallen into the dream of the unfinished reunion last night.

Looking down, Qiqi clung to her knees tightly, her little face looked calm and indifferent. Although she could not see any obvious worry, Lin Huan, with her keen perception, could clearly sense Qiqi's concern for her. In an instant, the scenes of the past years flooded into her mind like a tide. In a trance, she seemed to see that more than 400 years ago, Hu Xingzhi's son Xiaolan baby looked exactly like Qiqi, lying on her knees on the left and right, full of attachment and unwillingness to leave. At the same time, Lin Huan felt a cool and slippery touch on her hand. It must be the little white snake Changsheng, which swam from Baizhu's neck again, and coiled around her wrist again and again, and a sense of intimacy came over her.

Lin Huan raised his eyes slightly and looked around the carriage. He saw Bai Zhu leaning on the side with his eyes closed. There was a faint smile on his lips. Perhaps he was experiencing something wonderful in his dream. A few faint rays of light penetrated through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the ground, interweaving into pieces of bizarre light and shadows, swaying as the carriage moved forward, like a silent feast of light and shadow.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the scenes from last night's dream flashed through her mind one by one, and an indescribable complex emotion surged in her heart. However, when she truly felt the warmth and companionship from Qiqi and Changsheng, the confusion that lingered in her heart slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of being cherished and cared for.

The carriage continued to move forward slowly. Lin Huan slowly raised his hand and gently stroked Qiqi's little head. His slender fingers passed through her soft hair, as if this action could convey his comfort to her. Qiqi raised her head slightly, and Lin Huan's figure was clearly reflected in her black and white eyes. Although she did not speak, her little hand that was originally tightly grasping the corner of Lin Huan's clothes quietly relaxed a little. Lin Huan then cast his eyes on Changsheng on his wrist, and his fingers gently slid along its cold scales. Changsheng seemed to enjoy this caress very much. He rubbed Lin Huan's wrist intimately, and from time to time he spit out his tongue, making a subtle "hissing" sound, as if whispering his inner peace and companionship.

The cool and smooth touch on her wrist and the quiet and steady weight on her knees gradually calmed Lin Huan's fluctuating mood. She gently lifted a corner of the car curtain, and the scenery outside the window was like a slowly unfolding landscape painting. The familiar landscape outline was gently caressed by the afterglow of the setting sun, with a soft halo. Occasionally, hardworking farmers could be seen in the fields. They were simple and focused, as if everything in the world was running in an orderly manner. Even the monsters that could be seen everywhere were spending their "fulfilling" day in their own world, and everything seemed peaceful, harmonious and beautiful.

As the carriage slowly drove into Liyue Harbor, the noisy and bustling sounds of the city gradually reached her ears. The shouts of street vendors, the innocent sounds of children playing, and the clanging sounds of blacksmiths intertwined and entangled, playing a life movement full of the strong flavor of fireworks. Lin Huan took a deep breath. The familiar smell mixed with the faint smell of the sea, the rich smell of spices, and the tempting aroma of various delicacies made her feel a strong sense of intimacy.

The carriage slowly passed through the street, attracting many passers-by to look at it, but Lin Huan seemed not to notice it. Her eyes were firmly attracted by a small shop on the street, where some exquisitely crafted handmade accessories with novel and unique styles were displayed. Suddenly, the past years came to her mind like a tide. She seemed to see the warm scene of herself and her friends choosing accessories in a similar place many years ago. The corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, and a faint smile appeared, as if the beautiful past was right in front of her.

Soon, the carriage stopped steadily in front of the long steps. Lin Huan sorted out his thoughts, patted Qiqi's shoulder gently, and said softly: "Qiqi, we're here." Qiqi nodded obediently and jumped off the carriage first.

"Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai?" Lin Huan leaned forward slightly, gently pushed Bai Shu's shoulder, and said softly, "Wake up, we have to walk up a flight of stairs next. I will take you and Qiqi back to Bubulu. We have already arrived at Liyue Harbor."