The time of Jianxin

Cun Xin, what do you want?You have been willful for 1000 years, what have you got?

He doesn't love you, why bother?

You are no longer Yang Jian's wife, you have done enough for him, have you done so much for the queen mother?Have you done so much for Xihai?What else do you want?Do you have to take the entire West Sea into it before you are willing?

Cun Xin, you see, Xi Hai was buried with your love in the end, not only Xi Hai, but also Dong Hai, Bei Hai and Nan Hai, the whole world together!

"Huh...huh..." Cun Xin woke up from the nightmare. She seemed to have returned to the bloody West Sea, surrounded by the corpses of the sea clan. She felt safe, this jade was given to her by Mu Sheng, and it was the only gift Mu Sheng gave her. The second day after she came back here, she found that this jade came back with her.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Yang Jian gently hugged Cun Xin in his arms, and stroked her back with his hands: "Don't be afraid."

Cun Xin snuggled into Yang Jian's arms, tears soaked the skirt of his chest, she shed tears, whimpering softly like a wounded little animal.

"Yang Jian, do you love me?" Cun Xin choked up, her voice hoarse from crying.She thought that she would never ask this question again in this life, but it turned out that it still couldn't overcome the crazy obsession in her heart.

Yang Jian stiffened slightly: "In Yang Jian's heart, there will always be only Cun Xin in the position of wife."

Cun Xin closed her eyes and said nothing more.Yang Jian, you will never understand what I want.

Cun Xin's heart is too small, so small that her whole world is only love, while Yang Jian's heart is too big, so big that it fills the entire Three Realms, so in this love, Cun Xin is doomed to lose.

She once said to Mu Sheng, Mu Sheng, my love blossomed the most bitter fruits in the most beautiful years, and then my love died.

In fact, she still had expectations for Yang Jian at that time, but now, she thinks, her love is really dead.

She was sitting on the roof basking in the sun, squinting at Yang Jian who was playing chess in the yard. The sun was shining on her body, and it was so warm that she had an illusion of tranquility. "Chi..." She covered her eyes with her hands, and slowly lay down on the roof, like Mu Sheng did every afternoon.She wanted to ask Mu Sheng, if he knew that he sent her back, but she was still entangled with Yang Jian, would he send her back?

She felt in a daze that the man with warm eyebrows was still by her side, and his body smelled like pear blossoms: "Mu Sheng..."

It was already night when she woke up, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and there were cold meals on the table. She dreamed of Mu Sheng, who had been with her for 200 years on the ice platform in the west of the West Sea. The man, with a lingering smile still in the corner of his eyes, comforted her over and over again: "Don't cry..."

Standing in the courtyard, Yang Jian, the moonlight that used to make his heart warm was so cold tonight that it made his heart panic. Something slipped past him, but he didn't catch it.He stood in the courtyard all night, as if admiring the moon, as if contemplating.

Cun Xin sat in front of the Linghua mirror, looked at Yang Jian in the mirror, her face was expressionless until dawn, and after dawn, the woman in the mirror had a gentle smile, but she couldn't see a smile anymore.In this life, she is still Yang Jian's wife, and Yang Jian is still her husband, but alone, she is no longer her lover.

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