Listening, the sadness and sorrow in his heart became even more intense.

It was not his fault, but it was closely related to him, so he couldn't bear to see her hurt. Seeing her dim eyes, he wanted to bear it for her, and he would rather be the one he couldn't see!

Why did she suffer so much...

...

"Then what were the two shots I fired at you..." Suddenly, she heard the tremolo of crying from her chest in a cowardly manner, and the little hand around her waist groped to his abdomen, where there was a thin circle of white gauze tied.

The truth about his parents being killed has been revealed. He was framed. He was obviously wronged, but he did not mention it at all. He was only thinking about how to comfort her and protect her with all his might.

He is also a mortal. It is her like that which has put him on a golden body, but he will also feel pain, want to cry when he is sad, and will also be sad if he is wronged...

He shouldn't have been with those two bullets.

During the days when she lost her memory, she always had nightmares at night. There was no real sense of picture, but just plain gunfire...

It's harsh, sharp, almost penetrates the eardrum.

She was awakened suddenly, her cheeks turned pale, her forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, but her head was blank.

...

"I'm sorry..." The sourness on the tip of her nose became even more intense. She slowly raised her head, and tears fell from her empty eyes.

In the air, sadness is fermenting, but it is soft for a moment.

He had calmed down a little, and he lowered his head and kissed her eyes, extremely lightly. He clearly felt her eyelashes slimly slap, and moved another inch down, kissed her wet cheeks, and finally kissed her lips, only with four petals attached to each other.

"You have told me last night..." He pursed his lips slightly and said softly.

Jing Qingge was stunned, his eyes trembled, and then he understood.

She had a nightmare in the middle of the night yesterday, dreaming of the scene where she shot at his lover's tower. The red blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing her palm red, weird and terrifying.

He didn't sleep all night, so he naturally knew.

He is her dream interpreter.

...

Ji Yicheng's palms were tighter, imprisoning her trembling body, and all her feelings were all contained. The tips of their noses were still pressed together.

"Qingbaoer, if we don't owe each other, how could we meet? From now on, we will love each other well for the rest of our lives."

Suddenly, Jing Qingge's shoulders froze, and then he trembled even more uncontrollably. What did he say? If he had no one, how could he meet...

She finally understood what the tarot card meant. They could not escape the cycle of fate. They all owe each other a life, so she and him met again in the cycle of life.

"Is that okay?" he murmured silently.

Her dim eyes rippled with water, and she nodded hard, "Okay."

She doesn't want to meet him again in the next life... She only wants to be able to live a peaceful and peaceful life with this man in this life.

She lay in his arms and cried again. After a long time, she finally got tired of crying. The sound fell little by little. She bit her lips and teeth, and there was a crystal clear hang on the corner of her eyes. She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

He used the tip of his tongue to slightly open her lips, preventing her from ravaging the corners of his mouth, but she gently kissed her.

"Ji Yicheng, I want to go home..."

His heart suddenly softened, "Okay, let's go home."

Our home.
Chapter completed!