Evil concubine commits peach blossom

At dusk, the twilight smudged the entire Huashang Pavilion, in the Huashang Pavilion, on the bed, Mao Ting was still in a coma, her beautiful forehead was covered with layers of fine beads of sweat.

In her sleep, she dreamed that she was walking in the white mist. She peeled off the layers of mist, and finally lifted the last icy cold mist. She stepped into a gorgeous In a grand hotel.

Looking around, the familiar guests, the colorful bubbles flying on the stage, the deafening cheers, everything made her heart gradually sink to the bottom of the valley.

Mao Ting saw her other self sitting quietly in a corner not far away, still wearing the snow-white skirt, with plain and elegant makeup, flesh like creamy fat, and exquisite facial features like a ceramic doll who can't speak.

The other woman sat there with her eyes dimmed, and only heard a "bang", which was the sound of spraying ribbons from a firework tube. Sitting there, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes filled with tears instantly looked at where Mao Ting was standing. s position.

As if remembering something, Mao Ting's heart seemed to be filled with pain, and her hysterical cry was like a wave of waves churning in her heart, don't! ! !

Mao Ting's dark pupils gradually appeared terrified, she turned her head abruptly, amidst the earth-shattering cheers and the dancing ribbons, the light suddenly dimmed, and the spotlight focused on the direction of the gate where she was, and a pair of golden boys and girls came together Walked in with the envy of everyone...

She saw the bride wearing a white wedding dress and holding the groom's hand with a smile on her face. The bride was beautiful, gentle and graceful, and the groom had an extraordinary temperament, gentle and refined. They really were a match made in heaven.

Mao Ting bit her lips tightly, her face turned pale, her stiff figure seemed to be struck by lightning at this moment, the roar in her heart finally turned into a helpless call, Mao Ting's eyes were firmly locked on the Wearing a groom's gown, a handsome and gentle man.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to hold her brother's hand, but found that his brother's clothes had penetrated her body straight. Mao Ting smiled at herself, retracted her hand, looked at the transparent palm, and seemed to understand What, it turned out that I was in a dream.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up sharply, her lips moved, her throat was dry, and she wanted to call out, but even the last flash of light suddenly dimmed instantly. At this moment, she had There were so many things she wanted to say to her brother, but when it came time to say them, she couldn't even say a word.

elder brother……

Thousands of words turned into the lightest call in my heart, very light, very light.

The scene was so warm that it hurt her eyes, and the applause shook the sky, but Mao Ting felt overwhelming sadness.

In the brightly lit wedding scene, the cheers were like a tidal wave, drowning her.

At this moment, the man with a good figure and good looks frowned his handsome eyebrows, and slightly stiffened holding the bride's hand.

During the noisy wedding, Bai Zi suddenly let go of the bride's hand as if he had sensed it, turned around, and looked in Mao Ting's direction, but there were only a few rays of sunshine and some fine dust in the air at the door. nothing else.

Pale golden sunlight shrouded the two of them, he couldn't see her, but she could see him.

The bride tugged at the sleeves of the man's black suit, her dark eyes were full of worry, she said softly and considerately: "Zi Yi, what's wrong?"

Bai Zi also seemed to have never heard of it, and the whole world seemed to suddenly quiet down.

He walked forward in a daze, and slowly walked in front of Mao Ting following the throbbing in his heart.

Mao Ting pursed her lips tightly and breathed lightly.

A pair of graceful and well-articulated hands passed through her body. She saw the man stretching out his hand continuously, clenching his fist, extending his hand again, clenching his fist again, clenching his fist again, and extending his hand again, as if he wanted to grab something important, but what? Can't catch it either.

He just quietly looked at the empty palm in a daze, his eyes drifted, and he didn't know what he was trying to figure out.

Mao Ting gently hooked the corners of her lips, and put her hand into the man's.

The two people are so close to each other, yet they are separated by two skies.

Bai Zi also raised his head as if in response, and looked straight into her eyes. If he could see her, he would definitely be able to see the soft and fragile smile in her eyes.

"Zi Yi, what are you thinking?" The bride came over and took his hand, looking at him anxiously.

Bai Zi was also startled, and smiled slightly. He seemed to have lost something, his heart was empty, and he seemed to have found something, but he couldn't see anything. He shook his head, and said with a sense of loss: "It's nothing, let's continue."

Everything returned to normal again, the groom turned around gracefully with the bride on his arm, cheers and congratulations came and went in the hotel, and it was very lively.

No one will notice that the groom's black pupils are already full of inexplicable loss, and no one will see Mao Ting at the door covering her mouth, leaning against the milky white door, slipping feebly, and crying uncontrollably .

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Dear friends, it’s finally updated. Thank you for continuing to support Xiefei. Maomao is very happy to see everyone’s messages. The perseverance of dear friends is the biggest motivation for Maomao to write this article. The plot of this article is about to reach its climax. I also hope that everyone can write about their favorite male protagonists in the comment area, which male protagonist's role is closely related to my dear friends.