Dijun, your bride ran away again

Chapter 711 It's Him!
"Words are different."

Yan Feitong said his name, feeling extremely sad in his heart. He told her this name 27 years late.

Did she forget the Qixi Festival of that year?

Rong Jin heard the name very familiar, she thought for a while before suddenly saying: "It's you? You are the elder of the Lingyin clan, right?"

Yan Feitong was a little surprised: "You... know me?"

Rong Jin nodded: "I'm also a member of the Lingyin clan. I once heard me... my husband mentioned that he has a cousin from the same branch who was elected as the elder to guard the forbidden area of ​​the Lingyin clan. Is that you?"

Yan Feitong smiled slightly, but the smile was a bit bitter. It turned out that she had heard about him from Yan Wuhu.

Now that he has sent her husband back, should he also leave?
Yan Feitong took a deep breath, and was about to say goodbye, when unexpectedly it began to rain on this gloomy day.

"Oops."

Rong Jin thought of the box she had left in the Taoyuan, and without thinking, she rushed out with her skirt in hand.

Yan Feitong chased her out and saw her picking up a box from the stone table in the garden, holding it in her arms and running back.

Seeing that Rong Jin was drenched, he hurriedly took out a Supa from his body to wipe the rain off her face, and lightly reprimanded: "Why are you still so willful? What if you get wet?"

Rong Jin was froze by his actions, his mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't even notice that what he just said was a return.

She shrank her neck a little guilty, and hurriedly opened the box, and was relieved when she saw that the mask inside was not soaked by the rain.

Yan Feitong's eyes fell on the box in her hand, and when he saw the mask inside, the Supa in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Why is this mask here with her?

He had countless questions in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask rashly, so he had to calm himself down and asked tentatively, "Is this thing important to you?"

Rong Jin closed the box, nodded and said, "This is a token given to me by my husband-in-law when he proposed to marry me. He was wearing this mask when I first met him."

Listening to her words, Yan Feitong's face changed in shock. How could it be Yan Wuhu?

It's obviously him, this is obviously his stuff!Why do you become ignorant?Why did Yan Wuhu use his mask to propose to her?
This mask was thrown away by his master back then, could it be...

A thought crossed his mind, but he wanted to confirm it in disbelief.

"When did you... meet for the first time?"

Yan Feitong's voice trembled slightly, and the hands hidden in the sleeves were trembling.

Rong Jin felt that this person was a little strange, but because he was an elder of the Lingyin clan, she didn't hide it, and replied truthfully: "Have you been to the Qixi Festival of the Lingyin clan?"

Yan Feitong's mind was shocked, and he shook his body violently. He couldn't stand it any longer, and spat out a mouthful of thick blood while clutching his chest.

Rong Jin's expression changed in fright, he hurriedly supported him and said in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Feitong looked at her with bloody tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. He held her hand tightly and wanted to tell her that she was wrong, that person was not Yan Wuhu, but him!
He was the one who saved her, the one who accompanied her to go shopping, dance, release river lanterns, and watch the stars!
But the blow he received was too great, and the blood flowed backwards in his body. He opened his lips and finally fell on her shoulder, and passed out.

"Hey."

Rong Jin shook him, and shouted towards the door in a panicked voice: "Come on!"

　Poor words are different. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)