The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 858 Linger, You Will Be My Wife From Now On
His violet pupils climbed up the spider webs, his peach blossom eyes were full of madness, he kept shaking Feng Canglan's arm tightly, repeating over and over again, "It's you!"

"It was you who saved the teacher! It was you, Ling'er!"

Protruding veins could be seen faintly on the white face, and the indifference dissipated all over his body, like a lunatic, repeating that sentence over and over again.

I don't know whether to tell Feng Canglan or tell it to myself.

Feng Canglan was dizzy from being shaken by him, it was the first time he saw Yunya like this, there was a strange look under the tightly wrinkled willow leaf eyebrows.

No matter in memory, or before this, Yunya has never seen Yunya like this.

Her eyes became sharper, trying to see something from inside.

Even if there is a trace of Zong Zhengyu's existence here, she firmly believes that it is definitely not an illusion.

The Yunya in front of her eyes was far from what she remembered, and even went in a completely different direction.

Feng Canglan's probing gaze was too direct and hot, Yunya, who was shaking and growling, noticed the gaze, and slowly let go of the hand that clenched his arm.

Glancing at Feng Canglan, he muttered, "It was you, Ling'er, who saved the teacher."

After all, he left in a daze, his back giving people a sense of desolation.

He kept saying, "It's you."

"It was you who saved."

The change between Xiangling and Yunya is a watershed from the falling cliff.

Before falling off the cliff, he was the little apprentice who admired Yunya, and after falling off the cliff, it was Feng Canglan.

Because of falling off a cliff, Xiangling became Feng Canglan and met in Xingyun Continent.

Yunya stubbornly believes that as long as Feng Canglan is saved when falling off the cliff, everything will be rewritten.

Unfortunately, he forgot that what happened always happened.

It is completely impossible to go back to before it happened.

Obsession becomes a demon, a cage and shackles.

Xiangling indirectly caused him to fall off the cliff, which is equivalent to pushing someone away from his side with his own hands.

This has become a knot in his life, and he has become deeply obsessed with it as time goes by.

He morbidly and stubbornly thought that if he saved Feng Canglan, he would be able to go back to the past.

This thought was deeply ingrained in my heart, and only then did I have what I have now.

I created a dream for myself.

A dream that he did not abandon Feng Canglan to save others.

Here, he rescued Xiang Ling, and here Xiang Ling did not meet Jun Shiyu nor Yun Ya.

Here, he said what he hadn't said before, and here they are about to get married.

From the beginning to the end, he was the only one who was addicted to it.

A sweet dream.

But after all, it is a mirage, a mirror image.

The moment the truth comes, everything will be shattered.

Feng Canglan frowned as he watched the white figure staggering away, thinking again, what exactly is this place?
It's not backtracking in time and space, because it's completely different from what I remember.

No hallucinations either, everything is very real.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the jacaranda tree whose petals had been blown by the wind.

Can she go back?

After disappearing for so long, Yuyu should be in a hurry.

The wind chimes under the eaves of the promenade blew in the breeze, and Feng Canglan stared blankly at the jacaranda tree.

The shattered hair around the ear was blown slightly by the wind, and so was the corner of the skirt.

The matter of getting married has not been exhausted, and Yun Ya has not mentioned it again.

As if the gaffe that day hadn't happened, she was still as gentle as ever.

The peach blossom eyes looking at Feng Canglan are always full of affection, as gentle as water.

Feng Canglan changed ways to evade, but still did not give up looking for traces of Zong Zhengyu's real existence, nor did he give up going back.

But these have become blurred under the baptism of time.

Spring passed and autumn came, Feng Canglan spent it in a daze, standing under the jacaranda tree, staring at the blue-purple petals in a daze.

The surrounding scenery is changing rapidly. Once spring, summer, autumn and winter pass, years have passed.

The autumn wind suddenly blows, blowing the petals of the garden.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand, and a blown Jacaranda flower fell on her palm.

"Ding bell~"

The wind chimes under the eaves are ringing crisply by the autumn wind, which is very pleasant.

Feng Canglan looked at the jacaranda petals lying in his palm, his almond eyes were confused and ignorant.

She... seems to have something very important to do.

What's the matter?
Liu Ye frowned and thought deeply, she didn't remember, only remembered that it was very important.

is a must do.

what exactly is it?
The woman's dress under the jacaranda tree is blown by the wind, as if she wants to go home by the wind.

"Ling'er, why are you standing here again?"

"Qiuliang, be careful blowing." Yunya Qinglie's voice was gentle, she took off her white robe and put it on Feng Canglan's shoulders.

Feng Canglan glanced sideways, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but Yun Ya calmly grabbed his shoulder.

"The jacaranda has grown so big." Yun Ya looked up at the jacaranda tree that had grown into a towering tree, and sighed, "Ling'er has grown up too."

His gentle gaze shifted from the jacaranda to Feng Canglan, "Ling'er, let's get married."

This is the countless times that this is the first time that Feng Canglan has said to be married. At the beginning, Feng Canglan resolutely refused, but slowly began to hesitate.

I thought it would be the same this time.

For the first time, Feng Canglan stared sideways at Yunya, his almond eyes were confused and ignorant, and he watched quietly.

It was as if something had passed with time, something she held dear.

is very important.

But... can't remember, now she only remembers one thing.

The person in front of her is her master, who has been with him since she was a child, and her relationship seems to be... very good.

Yun Ya was not annoyed by the expected silence, she smiled elegantly, and straightened Feng Canglan's broken hair, gently rubbing her temples with her fingertips.

This action made Feng Canglan's mind appear a false and real figure.

Someone did this once, who was it?
After careful study, the person in front of me and the figure in my mind kept overlapping.

She responded in a strange way, "Okay."

Yunya's hands rubbing her temples stiffened suddenly, her lavender pupils flashed a look of surprise, and excitement overflowed the surface.

Her voice trembled slightly, "Ling'er...you, what did you say?"

"You... you agree?"

"En." Feng Canglan nodded, and after the answer, there was a feeling of emptiness.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yunya excitedly said three good times in a row, and rushed Feng Canglan into her arms, her face was full of joy, "That's great, Ling'er."

"Great! You finally agreed to marry me as a teacher!"

"I have waited too long for this day as a teacher."

He tightly hugged Feng Canglan into his arms, his arms trembling with extreme excitement, "Ling'er, that's great."

"I'm so happy to be a teacher."

Feng Canglan still had that ignorant and dazed look, as if he didn't understand why Yunya was so happy.

"Ling'er, you will be my wife from now on."

"It's my wife." He repeated over and over again, a look that was very different from joy appeared in the lavender pupils.

What responded to him was the crisp sound of the wind chime, Yunya slowly let go of it, and looked at Feng Canglan's confused gaze with a faint smile in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to sign Feng Canglan's soft and boneless hand, his smile became brighter and brighter, his eyes traced Feng Canglan's facial features and then traveled all over his body.

Seeing the slender waist exposed by the belt, his violet pupils suddenly dimmed——

(End of this chapter)