Chapter 82 Past (Part )
The two of them remained peaceful for a while.
The days passed slowly. Cui Jing carried water to water the spinach planted in the backyard. When Xue Yijie was not around, she never went out alone.
After enjoying a life away from the hustle and bustle, it’s time to return to the city. Where should you go next?
He seems to have come back from selling paintings.
Cui Jing opened the door and smelled an expensive fragrance. She was shrouded in a shadow. The man in a suit held the door with his hand, his eyes fixed on her.
"Jingjing. Long time no see."
"Wake up, wake up!"
Her world started to lose frame.
"Wake up! Jingjing, there are guests coming."
Chen Shurong found Cui Jing who seemed to be in the grip of a nightmare. The woman's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Chen Shurong worriedly used some strength to wake Cui Jing up.
"Are you OK!"
Cui Jinghun seemed to be still in the dream, his vision was hazy, and it took a long time for him to focus on Chen Shurong's face. He said, "I had a very long dream, and I'm so sleepy."
It turns out that her world has been reset.
If her experience is divided into "the world before the time travel" and "the world after the time travel", and the world after the time travel is divided into the "plot" that exists in the future, and the "first week" where reality changes due to her butterfly effect. Then she died once after the time travel.
He died at the end of the first week in an accidental fire in a mental hospital.
She did not die. When she opened her eyes, she found herself at the beginning of the time travel. This was the "second round". In the second round, she lost the memory of the first round.
...The second week was completely chaotic, and the ABO settings were all revealed.
Chen Shurong: "It seems your relative is here? A young male Beta, I didn't open the door, and he's still waiting at the door!"
"relative?"
"I'm not sure. I took a look through the peephole and he looks quite kind." All the visitors to Chen Shurong's home are relatives from miles around, both old and young. Chen Shurong is used to it and never questions the matching of the relatives' ages and seniority, but only questions their authenticity.
"You just said you had a dream, what did you dream about?"
Cui Jing walked over and opened the door.
"A fire." She looked at Xue Yijie and said.
He was carrying two bags of fruit and a box of milk. He was dressed neatly in a long woolen coat and a red scarf.
She seemed to see the fire at the end again.
The fire was everywhere. She stretched out her hand and found that she was tied up. Her heart was surprisingly calm. She even felt the warmth of the fire as if she had returned to the embrace of her mother. There was a sound at the window. A man pushed the window open and climbed in with difficulty. He was covered in flames and his voice was hoarse. He shouted loudly:
"Cui Jing!"
The man raised his head, his hair was messy and his white T-shirt was dirty.
"It's you, Xue Yiji." She said after taking a look.
He tried his best but failed to get her out of the restraint chair. The smoke became more and more choking and her throat began to itch.
He said nothing, kneeling before her as if atonement, and holding her hand, the red string was bright red. "Before I said I wanted to be with you, but you always disagreed. Aren't we a pair of star-crossed lovers now?"
"maybe."
"Maybe?" he repeated.
"Well, maybe I don't necessarily like you."
"I know you pity me. Can't you just lie to me?"
"You've already had enough lies in your life."
"So... you are my truth."
Maybe not. The woman thought indifferently: She just wanted to stop being controlled. The flames licked away everything.