After dreaming about the flowers of the high mountains, he actually?

Wen Zhi was dreaming again.

She dreamed that her father Mu Yanzhou had left her a large amount of money, which she would never be able to squander in her lifetime.

But the price of getting this money——

"Zhizhi, you must separate from Shang Hexing and ensure that you will never see him again in this life and become a stranger."

Hearing his father Mu Yanzhou's words, Wen Zhi cried and shook his head: "No, I don't want to be separated from him, I want to be with him forever."

Mu Yanzhou said: "Don't you want this money?"

Wen Zhi said firmly: "No, I would rather live a hard life with him in the future."

Mu Yanzhou sighed: "Okay, dad respects your decision."

Wen Zhi was very happy at that moment. No one could separate her from Shang Hexing, and she could be with Shang Hexing forever!

When she turned around to look for Shang Hexing, her vision suddenly went dark and she couldn't see anything.

Until she opened her eyes again, a gust of cold wind whistled past her ears, making her shiver.

Looking around, Wen Zhi found that he was in a deserted forest. The night was dark, and he could only vaguely see that the surroundings were surrounded by lush grass that was half a man tall. It was bleak and desolate.

"What is this place?" She looked around in fear.

She didn't know what was beyond the grass, so she chose a path based on intuition.

Under the moonlight, she stumbled towards the uncertain direction.She didn't know how long she had been walking, but she was so tired that she was out of breath. When she bent down to take a breath, she seemed to feel something in her heart. She suddenly looked up and found a small wooden house in front of her.

The windows of the wooden house are bright.

There are lights, which means there are people living there.

The light in the dark night was undoubtedly a glimmer of hope for those who were lost. Wen Zhi stopped breathing and walked faster towards the wooden house.

knock knock knock-
She knocked on the cabin door.

After waiting for a moment, the door opened, and a tall and majestic figure appeared in front of Wen Zhi.

The man was wearing a gray vest, shirtless, and every inch of the line from top to bottom was filled with tension. Wen Zhi swallowed inexplicably, raised his head, and faced the man's face.

It was an unfamiliar face, with particularly deep eye sockets and an exotic charm.

Wen Zhi stared at that handsome face in a daze until the man spoke, asking her in a magnetic voice: "What do you do?"

Wen Zhi came back to his senses, her pretty face turned red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him: "I, I'm lost."

The man asked her: "Where are you going?"

Wen Zhi shook his head: "I...I don't know where I'm going, I..."

Is this also a dream?But what kind of dream is this?She clearly remembered that she was talking to her father and said she wanted to find Shang Hexing, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she arrived in this desolate place...

Also, why does this tall and stalwart man in front of me look so much like Shang Hexing, but he doesn’t have the same face? It’s so weird...

Seeing that she was hesitating and unable to answer, the man tried to close the door.

Wen Zhi panicked and immediately put his hand against the crack of the door: "Don't close the door!"

The man stared at her.

Wen Zhi shook his head and said in a trembling voice: "That's it, I'm lost. I don't know where I came from or where I'm going. Please, please..."

The man was very calm: "What do you want from me?"

The wind outside the house blew in waves, causing the chandelier under the eaves to sway. The shadowy light reflected on Wen Zhi's body, which was bright and dark for a while, which was particularly strange.

Wen Zhi was scared, with tears shining in her almond-shaped eyes. She grabbed the man's hand, her fingertips trembling. It took a lot of effort to dare to say those words: "Please, take me in, can you?" ?”

The man didn't respond and seemed to be thinking about the trade-off.

Just when Wen Zhi thought there was no hope, the man asked: "It's okay if I take you in, but how will you repay me?"

A teasing smile flashed in his eyes.But Wen Zhi was too anxious at the moment to notice.

Her dark eyelashes trembled under the light and shadow, and she asked in a low voice: "Repay, repay...how to repay?"

The man said, "What's valuable about you?"

Wen Zhi lowered his head and looked at himself. He was in tatters and there was nothing valuable at all.

Just when she was distressed, the man pulled her in, closed the door, and said to her: "I think you are quite valuable."

Wen Zhi hugged himself with both hands, bit his lips and shook his head stubbornly: "I can't!"

The man pulled his lips and chuckled, then turned to boil water.

When Wen Zhi saw him leaving, his expression was a little dazed, so was he just... to scare her?

He should be a good guy.

His facial features are very similar to Shang Hexing.

She looked around at the facilities in the wooden house. The windows and tables were all old and shabby, and there was not a single decent piece of furniture.Turning around, she saw a fire in a large iron basin on the ground, with a kettle hanging on it. The man opened the lid of the kettle and put water in it, and then added firewood. The whole room was warm, but it was also real. of poverty.

The man was minding his own business and ignored her.

Wen Zhi just stood there and watched at first, but gradually realized that he seemed to be ignored by him, and then boldly followed him.

She kept following, wherever the man went, she would go;

When the man stopped to do things, she stood aside and watched quietly. She was silent and had a strong sense of presence.

When the water boiled, the man took off the kettle, poured a bowl of water, put it on the wooden cabinet nearby and said, "Drink it when it's cold."

Wen Zhi's head was confused and she could only hear the word "drink". She reached out to take the bowl. Her fingertips were burned as soon as they touched the edge of the bowl. She pulled her hand back and whimpered: "—burned."

The man strode over, picked up Wen Zhi's hand and examined it carefully.

He didn't blame her, nor did he angrily repeat what he had warned her about before drinking when it was cold.He just frowned, his brows and eyes filled with concern about the burn on her fingertips.

Even the inspection is done carefully and carefully.

Under his gentle treatment, Wen Zhi had forgotten the pain. She looked at him foolishly and asked, "What's your name?"

The man didn't answer. He picked up a gourd from the water tank next to him and filled it with cold water. Then he pressed Wen Zhi's hand into the gourd.

The cold water quickly relieved the pain in Wen Zhi's fingertips.

He moved his lips: "It will be better if you soak it in cold water."

"Oh." She replied.

There wasn't much concern on his face, but everything he did now was an act of concern for her.

Wen Zhi wanted to talk to him again, but was afraid that he would ignore her. The corners of her lips twitched for a while without uttering a word, so she just stared at him.

He noticed and looked up at her: "What do you want to ask?"

Wen Zhi said carefully: "Who are you?"

He said slowly: "I can be whoever you want me to be."

"I hope you are..." A face appeared in Wen Zhi's sober mind.

That face was somewhat similar to the one in front of me. The deep eyebrows and high bridge of the nose were very exotic and charming, and then they slowly overlapped.

When she was thinking this, the face of the man in front of her also changed. When Wen Zhi saw it, his eyes widened in surprise: "Your face..."

The man was very calm: "Did my face become what you thought it would be?"

Wen Zhi: "..."

What she was thinking about turned out to be what Shang Hexing looked like.