After awakening the memory of the world

The warm mist surged up in an instant, Ji Qingyan's expression darkened, and the flame in his palm began to falter, almost extinguished, making him look a little fragile.

Ji Qingyan dissipated the remaining sporadic flames in his hands, and looked at Nie Zhengrong as if compromising. His expression became a little strange, but soon, he suppressed the complexity in his eyes, and asked: " Can I meet Zhan Fengzhuo?"

Nie Zhengrong tilted his head, seemingly puzzled, but he still said, "Yes." It seemed that making such a decision was not difficult at all.

"Is there anything else you want?" Nie Zhengrong's voice was filled with a smile, as if he would answer no matter what question Ji Qingyan asked.

Ji Qingyan didn't open his mouth, and looked out from the empty field of vision, his gaze quickly became firm, his voice was slightly hoarse, with malice floating in his words, he asked : "What promise can you give me?"

It seemed that he did not expect Ji Qingyan to ask such a question, and the atmosphere around Nie Zhengrong became serious, but Ji Qingyan was not afraid at all.

His black eyes are always like this, containing too much mist and sadness that Nie Zhengrong doesn't know, just like Tang's sadness.

Ji Qingyan didn't wait for Nie Zhengrong's answer, but when the fog cleared, he stood on an unfamiliar street corner.

Without any warning, the earth was shattered, silent sadness filled every corner, Ji Qingyan's eyes dimmed slightly, his heart was throbbing, but he was powerless to stop all this from happening.

Until the flames ignited, with the falling ice and snow, bright light spots floating upward in the darkness, Ji Qingyan saw the man standing on the opposite bank.

The opponent's mask was only half worn, revealing a pair of beautiful lavender eyes, as transparent as purple crystals, but too deep, so that people can't see the end at a glance, as if they will be immersed in the deepest place in the next second. Wang Yang.

Ji Qingyan silently withdrew his gaze. For some reason, he always had an inexplicable premonition that the man in front of him was the Tang that Nie Zhengrong and the others were talking about.

The person in charge of Yinxindi, who symbolizes the power of mystery and despair, is facing him in an extremely perverse manner at this moment.

Ji Qingyan didn't open his mouth to break the silence, just like the other party, he didn't try to get close to him.

The rain was gentle, and with each second of falling time, the waves rose slightly. In the sinking loneliness, the man opposite finally spoke.

"I'm very happy—" The other party's voice dragged on for a long time, and the purple iris slightly floated a little dim silver frost.

Ji Qingyan didn't answer the other party, his eyes were still indifferent.

"Perhaps, it's time for me to introduce myself again." The man said with a chuckle. When he took off the mask, he paused for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "Long time no see, I'm Tang Qingmiao."

Countless noisy voices seemed to have stagnated, the coldness between heaven and earth was no match for the coldness in Ji Qingyan's heart, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Tang Qingmiao in disbelief.

Ji Qingyan's eyes flickered, and a light mist filled his eyes. He didn't know what expression to make to face Tang Qingmiao.

The former friend and the present enemy overlapped at this moment, forcing Ji Qingyan to face this difficult answer.

Tang Qingmiao smiled slightly, the eyes of different colors were completely exposed in front of Ji Qingyan, purple and black were intertwined, Tang Qingmiao stared coldly at Ji Qingyan.

Ji Qingyan opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but soon, Ji Qingyan completely closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Tang Qingmiao walked over from the shallow river with bare feet. Every time he took a step closer, Ji Qingyan could clearly feel the air getting colder.

Ji Qingyan didn't know what expression to put on, it seemed that even his words had degraded, his body was shaking, his expression was awkward and confused, as if he couldn't figure out the current situation.

"...Why," Ji Qingyan's voice was hoarse and tired, he finally spoke, but took a step back vigilantly.

Tang Qingmiao didn't care, he stood beside Ji Qingyan with a helpless face, as if he was looking at an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and wanted to give him a long-lost reunion hug.

But Ji Qingyan avoided it, his eyelashes were trembling, his throat was sore, he choked up a few times, and distanced himself from Tang Qingmiao as if he couldn't understand it.

Tang Qingmiao withdrew his arm, the expression on his face was slightly lost, but soon, he once again outlined a smile: "I also want to ask."

"Your grandma misses you very much." Tang Qingmiao's voice was soft, as if there was some pain that they could all understand: "We are trapped in this time and space, and it is not easy to go back."

Ji Qingyan's voice was hoarse, and he restrained his expression from revealing any flaws: "You know why."

Ji Qingyan's voice was affirmative, as if he had predicted how Tang Qingmiao would answer, his eyelids drooped slightly, he clenched his back molars, confusion and hatred tore his heart, he wanted to collapse, wanted to completely Tear off this seemingly peaceful appearance.

But Ji Qingyan controlled his expression and slowed down his breathing: "Why, stop talking?"

Tang Qingmiao looked a little helpless, he outlined a smile, but there seemed to be countless storms gathered in his plain eyes: "I have tried many methods, only you... Only you are different."

Tang Qingmiao held Ji Qingyan's shoulder tightly, and her voice became more and more painful: "We...must go back."

Ji Qingyan tightened his eyes as if in pain, but his voice sounded as if it was broken: "Why do you do anything to innocent people?"

"Why?" Tang Qingmiao repeated Ji Qingyan's words as if confused, and his voice became cold and resolute: "During countless experiments, I have already gone crazy."

"Since the final result is impossible...then why do I have to think about it," Tang Qingmiao's star energy surged, and the ice layer spread from his palm, in this almost suffocating atmosphere In the movie, Ji Qingyan seems to have seen Tang Qingmiao's tears.

The lonely soul is vague, this is not their destination, even the last friend came too late, too late, Ji Qingyan slightly pursed his lips, the light in his eyes was also broken, but he smiled sadly : "No matter what, you still choose to carry this memory, which is amazing."

"Are you happy?" Tang Qingmiao's voice was hollow, as if waiting for the last answer.

Ji Qingyan was silent for a long time, and in the end he just uttered: "I don't know."

"Wait for the time to come, Ji Qingyan." Tang Qingmiao's voice gradually dissipated, as if extremely tired, revealing a faint disappointment, but it was quickly washed away by the mist.

In the end, he was left alone groping his way in the cold mist.