A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 2

On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, the Yuan Dynasty is approaching, and the city of Qinghe is decorated with lanterns and festoons, fish and dragons dance around, white deer and cranes are constantly flowing in the market, talented scholars and beautiful women are holding hands side by side, bustling everywhere, very lively.

I walked out of the Zongmen in a daze, my chest seemed to be blocked by something, and my head was dizzy, as if I was awake, but I felt like I was dreaming.

Everything around has a sense of unreal absurdity.

I can still see the crowds on the road, see the smiling faces full of joy, the hawkers who are yelling hard, and the girls clamoring for their parents to buy lanterns, and I can hear the noises... , but it feels like they are far away from me.

It was as if I had been pulled out of this world, stranded in some distant and unknown corner.

Can't move.Difficulty breathing.

I don't know how long it has passed, I faintly heard someone calling me beside me, I turned my stiff neck and found that it was a peddler not far away.

He asked me with a cold face if I wanted to buy palace fans and how many.

I realized that I had been standing in front of his booth for too long, coupled with the melancholy radiating from my whole body, it seemed that my face had been written with the motto that getting close would bring misfortune. increasingly annoying.

I didn't dare to stay where I was, I hurriedly took out a spirit stone, grabbed the palace fan randomly and put it in my arms, then walked away with my head buried.

Pretend as if you have somewhere to go, just stopped to wait for someone.

But the truth is that I don't know where I should go at all. I was just surrounded by the crowd and staggered around the city, like a defeated soldier who strayed into the enemy camp. The lights and laughter in the camp only made me feel more and more anxious. Anxiety and desolation.

Moreover, no one is waiting for me anymore.

Trembling, I took the paper crane apart again.

The handwriting on it is as familiar as ever. In the past 600 days and nights, I have obtained courage and comfort from the person behind it countless times, giving me the strength to face this cruel world.

But this time it brought not sweet whispers, nor those aimless and tireless chatter, but a solemn trial.

And the farewell after the trial.

Declare that I have completely lost her.

Yes... I'm lovelorn.

(End of this chapter)