"Come to think of it, I was the one who accompanied Jinyun at the last moment of his life..." Then, she smiled helplessly as if she had figured something out: "That's true. Lian Jinyun has already passed away. What's the point of me worrying about these things today?" Jingliu sighed slightly and finally cast his gaze to the other side of the table. There was an item placed here that had been on her mind since a while ago. "Is this a jade sculpture?" "It looks very much like Jinyun. It's almost as if it was carved out of Jinyun's mold." "Could it be that you carved it?" Jingliu frowned and when she thought about it carefully, she realized that she had never given Jinyun anything memorable. It seems that the only thing that can be considered a gift to him is my kiss.
But at that time, she was such a clumsy kisser, and could only attack without any plan, with the impulse of wanting to rub the other person into her body, attacking desperately. Even now, I probably can't guarantee that I can do better, right? If possible, I would also like to carve a doll in my own image and put it next to yours. In this way, if we are caught in the snow together one day, we can grow old together in this life. Jingliu felt his nose suddenly become sore for no reason. Total white hair... Haha, what a boring joke. She returned to Jinyun's bedside. The bright moonlight poured down, illuminating the empty bed beside Jinyun like snow. She lay down in the moonlight, turned sideways, and quietly looked at her lover's sleeping face. The moonlight illuminates her body and also lights up her dreams. She reached out her hand, wanting to touch her lover's cheek again even though she knew it was fruitless. Just as she was about to put her fingers on Jinyun's face. The latter suddenly opened his eyes: "Jingliu? Is that you?" Chapter 71: It was all just a dream, and we will never meet again. At this moment, Jingliu felt his heart shaking violently, like huge waves crashing against the shore, stirring up thousands of raging waves. The hand she stretched out froze in mid-air and began to tremble uncontrollably like a sieve. Can you see me? Jinyun, can you see me?
Jingliu looked panic-stricken and moved closer to Jinyun's body. She tried to touch her lover's cheek, but her fingers inevitably went straight through it. She wanted to hug her lover's body, but her open embrace only held air. She was like a fish that was about to die of thirst out of water, praying for the mercy of rain on the dry shore. They long to be married to each other, and become anxious when they cannot be together. She regrets not being born at the same time as him so that she could be with him every day. This is her regret for Jinyun. But the hand she stretched out never received a response. Jingliu opened his mouth and called out with a dry throat: "Jinyun! Can you see me?" "can you hear me?" "If you can, please nod your head!" "Even if it's just a nod, even if it's just a look." "Please give me a response..." From Jingliu's perspective, Jinyun said those words in a dream as if he had woken up from a dream, and then he did not move at all. He sat on the bed, staring straight in his direction. There was no reflection in those brown eyes, only the dark steel forest outside the window and the bright moonlight shining through the window frame. He can't see himself... The answer is definitely yes, and Jingliu himself knows it. But the congested feeling in my chest is still hard to get rid of. Despair, sadness. This pain is so deep, it burns like a raging fire in Jingliu's heart, and even the cold bright moon cannot melt the heat that is about to burn it to ashes. A bitter smile appeared on Jing Liu's lips, and the fleeting hope in his eyes turned into a dream butterfly and flew away with the moonlight. She watched Jinyun lie down again, and then she lay back on the bed. As Jinyun muttered meaninglessly in his sleep, she smiled, her gentle eyes filled with affectionate love for him. She stretched out her hand and simulated the feeling of touching Jinyun's chest. There was a hint of heat in the air flowing through his fingertips, and Jingliu seemed to be able to really feel the warmth emanating from Jinyun. In a trance, Jingliu felt like he was back in his childhood. Since birth, every minute and every second spent with Jinyun has been a gift from God.
She moved close to Jinyun's body, pressed her lips against his neck, and greedily breathed in the air around her. She imagined that her fingers could elicit a reaction from the other person, her soft and boneless hands gently caressing the other person's chest, moving freely, like a nimble fish, swimming all the way down. It was not until this slightly evil teasing missed the mark that she smiled bitterly. "I'm such an idiot." "Jinyun, it would be great if I could just stay by your side and spend the night with you." "Even if it's just a dream." "So what..." She listened to Jinyun's strong heartbeat and fell asleep peacefully. The moonlight remains the same. After a night, the east was already bright. Jingliu opened his eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed across his red eyes. This dream hasn't passed yet? She felt bitter in her heart, helpless and lost. In the end, all of this turned into gratitude. At least I can still dream about you, and that's enough. Jing Liu looked up at the pale sky. The moonlight had faded and her body was thinner than last night. There seemed to be a voice in her heart calling her, calling her to return to her original world. It seems like it's time to wake up. The lover on the bed was still sleeping soundly. Even though Jing Liu knew that the other party could not hear him, he still lowered his voice: "Jinyun, I should go back." "Actually, I have a lot to tell you, but I don't know where to start." "Since you left, I have devoted all my attention to the way of the sword. Because of your good teaching, I have achieved unprecedented success in this way." "I took the position of Luofu Sword Master, and led the Cloud Cavalry to conquer the rich evil creatures, just as you taught me back then, to protect the Immortal Boat." "But I still can't reach your level." "I feel that my swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle. I can split a mountain with one sword and divide a river with one sword. These things are easy for me to do now." "Only the stars..." "The evil star in my memory is no longer scary behind you, but I can't cut it off. Those heroic words are ultimately lies to comfort myself." "If you were still here, you would surely be able to guide me further..."
"If you were still here, it would be fine..." When the last word came out, even Jing Liu, who was as cold as the moon, couldn't hold back the emotions that he wanted to express in his heart and choked up. Suddenly, she noticed Jinyun frowned. The other person's closed eyelids trembled slightly, and his lips trembled unnaturally, as if he was having a terrible dream. When Jingliu was feeling panic and helpless, a line of tears suddenly flowed down Jinyun's eyes. It's like spring water moistening everything silently. "Jinyun..." Jingliu instinctively thought that the other party could hear her, but the next second she realized - This is my dream. The object in the dream will change according to what she thinks. It’s a pity that dreams are too illusory. She couldn’t control Jinyun in the dream. She didn’t even know whether the other party’s tears had anything to do with her. "Jinyun, my beloved." "Don't cry, I'm here and I'll never leave you." She leaned down, "huggled" Jinyun's body, and "kissed" his forehead. Unfortunately, the only response she got was still the unreachable air. This distance, which is so close, is actually too far, so far that it separates yin and yang, life and death. The dawn will eventually come. When the first rays of morning light shone into the room, the mirror flow had completely disappeared. In other words, she has woken up in another world. After one night, under the simulated rotation of the sun and the moon, the fairy boat was already bright in the sky. In a corner of the cave, the stone tablet she was leaning on was still cold. Even though the immortal boat had long since left the star and the weather was like spring all year round, she still felt a little cold. There were still a few dried tear marks on the stone tablet. Jing Liu was stunned for a moment, then wiped away the tear from the corners of his eyes without making a sound. Is this a sweet dream or a nightmare? Jingliu couldn’t tell. She was glad that she could still dream of Jinyun to express her endless longing for him. At the same time, she also hated the fact that this dream was so real that after waking up, she was left with only the emptiness of waking up from a long dream. She stood up and put the broken sword back close to her body.
Time passes and seasons change. It was all just a dream, and we have never met again since then. But, dream, please listen to my prayer.