But if Funing said that he had no intention of living again? There are too many people in this world who are afraid of life and death. Even if they are not afraid, at least they will think that this is an extremely heavy topic.

Those who have lost their lives will try their best to have them again. Those who have already owned and have not yet passed away will work hard to continue it. As for the duration of this extension, Ling Yue thought that if possible, it should be infinite.

"If you have experienced everything I have experienced, you will feel that living is not very meaningful." Funing's voice was weak, and it seemed out of place with the resentful spirits walking in the world with resentment.

His weakness is not the kind of lack of energy in his body, but the real feeling that everything around him is depressed and boring.

"Can I understand this way?" If Funing had no intention of wanting Li Daitaozhun from beginning to end, then the conflict between them would be completely gone: "You are not convinced of the restraint under fate, and happened to meet me who seemed very lucky at this time. So he chose me."

Whether Funing's purpose is to drag someone down or have other plans to harm others, it doesn't matter at least now.

"You must think I'm despicable." To be honest, now he doesn't dare to face it even Funing himself: "But I just don't understand the unfair fate in the face of such an unfair fate, and I really can't figure it out."

As soon as he finished speaking, a mansion that was decorated with magnificent appearance appeared in front of Ling Yue. This is not her home. Although Ling Yue has never set foot in person, she has a deep impression of every tree and every tree here.

They appear in different memories and dreams in different ways. They are clearly so far apart, and they have been years behind them, but they are truly personal.

The mansion is decorated with lights, pavilions, pavilions, water pavilions, and corridors. Any place where you can see your head at a glance is filled with the figures busy passing through it.

"Is there any happy event in your family?" This time was different from the past few times. Ling Yue clearly identified that this was just a memory that was only a stop in the past.

The protagonist in the memory is now a phantom like her, standing silently in this big courtyard, so out of place with everything here. It seems that they are alive everywhere in the mansion with lanterns. But I and Funing are like foreign intruders.

"In October, autumn is coming, and although the wind in the air is always solemn and cold. But my mother is pregnant with me, I think everyone thinks it is a happy event."

They did not exist in this space, and Funing suddenly opened her heart to her for some reason. However, the most obvious effect of the two being superimposed was that Funing exposed his past that he had once avoided.

Even Ling Yue felt that Funing’s words were a bit strange. For example, the newborn baby was about to come and the main family’s child was a happy event for the family. But in his eyes, it was just a “thinking”, just a thought?

Ling Yue didn't speak, and Funing would not uncover his scar for no reason. It must be because he could make him say this.

She is not good at communicating with others, so Xiang Zixu is a good listener. Shouldn’t she do her duty and not interrupt casually?

The October season flashed by, but in just a blink of an eye, the scenery in front of them began to spin and change.

Strangely, with Funing by his side this time, Ling Yue didn't feel dizzy or any physical discomfort.

The night, which was rendered by black ink, swallowed the entire mansion, and countless lightnings hit from the sky.

Everyone in the sky was shocked. Many people were blushed by the lightning flashing from time to time, but this seemed to not suppress the anxiety in their hearts. On the contrary, the panic in their hearts became heavier and heavier.

As the fear rose to a peak with the harsh lightning, a powerful cry of the baby cut through layers of uneasiness and reached everyone's ears.

"I've been born, I'm a young master." A maid with blood in her hands came to everyone with Funing in her cradle.

There were smiling faces in the crowd, and it was obvious that they were all very happy. In the middle, an old man was leading the way. He raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead: "Thank God, he finally gave birth."

"One..." Ling Yue could clearly feel the silence of the people around her, and seemed to be in a state of inexhaustible pain: "There is a tortuous story without any danger?"

She thought that even listeners could not keep their stereotypical silence at this time.

After a long time, Funing pulled the corner of her stiff mouth, which was considered a response to Ling Yue: "But in fact, this is the beginning of their bad luck."

Funing's mood was extremely depressed, and Ling Yue, who was standing by, shouldn't say anything. After all, she had never been able to see the truth in this memory clearly, and she was not qualified to point fingers at other people's past.

Now, the only thing she can do is wait. When these memories come to the end, she may be able to understand Funing’s mood.

Soon, the news of the death of the head of the family came, shocking the people in the mansion. The saying that the tree fell and the money was scattered was staged here one after another.

The wife of this family experienced the great change in her husband's death, and she became much older and haggard in one day. But she had to cheer up because the livelihoods of more than 100 people in the entire mansion were not settled.

The scenes in front of me have changed several times again. They are like the lanterns in the center of the night market. While the lights wander, they give life to several spring and autumn carried on them.

However, Funing's life was so heavy that in the end, Ling Yue felt uncontrollable sadness and sadness for this person who had never had any relationship with her.

Or, being able to be sad or being sad is a good thing. Because at least it means that you can also vent your feelings by crying.

The memories finally froze on the ruins of the broken walls. She no longer dared to imagine. In just a moment of effort, how many people who can talk and laugh below will lose this innate ability. From now on, the only one who will always be accompanied by the bottomless coldness underground will be the bottomless coldness.

"You..." This is indeed a past where the listener burst into tears and the listener was sad. Ling Yue stared at Funing's illusory figure for a long time and couldn't speak. She wanted to say something to comfort him, but if this kind of thing was put on her, could she listen to it?

Or, you will only think that this is a silent mockery from others who are not concerned about your own affairs.

But forgiving her, there is really no such thing.
Chapter completed!