The devil is coming, please be careful

Chapter 578 It's Not That We Can't Be Together

"Brother Zimo," Zhan Yingying maintained her hugging posture, and said in a low voice, "I never blamed you. Back then, you were just a powerless scholar. I."

Yin Zimo wept, "It's all because of me."

Zhan Yingying shook her head, the expression on her face seemed not as serious as before, "No, brother Zimo, you are very powerful, you have always been the most powerful person in Yingying's heart. I still remember that year when I first met you At that time, the scene where you were fighting a group of Confucians with your tongue, I thought at that time, who is this little scholar and how can he be so powerful."

Yin Zimo closed his eyes in pain, and stretched out his arms to hug Zhan Yingying. It's a pity that his arms couldn't really touch her body, but even so, he was already satisfied.

Zhan Yingying continued: "Okay, brother Zimo, you have suffered a lot these past few years. I don't come to see you, it's because I don't want to see you, I just don't want you to torture yourself like this for me anymore, you should have a new Life, the outside world is so big, you shouldn't be trapped here. Brother Zimo, you listen to me, get out of here and live well, okay?"

Yin Zimo didn't speak, but kept shaking his head.

Zhan Yingying was a little helpless and sad, her expression suddenly changed, she pushed Yin Zimo away, and said sternly: "Yin Zimo, go away! I don't want to see you again!"

Yin Zimo raised her head, her eyes were full of sadness, "Yingying, it's useless, no matter how cruel you are to me, I won't leave. Without you to accompany me, I really... really can't live."

Zhan Yingying suddenly couldn't speak a single word, those unspeakable bad words were stuck in her throat, she couldn't get down, couldn't get up, it was extremely uncomfortable.She just stared at Yin Zimo in a daze, if ghosts could cry, she thought she would have burst into tears by now.

It's a pity that ghosts don't have tears, and they can't even do such a trivial thing as crying.

Zhan Yingying once again clearly realized one thing, that is, humans and ghosts have different paths.

"Brother Zimo," Zhan Yingying murmured, "Why are you bothering? I'm already dead, I've been dead for three years."

Three years, whether it is long or not, is not short.

Zhan Yingying died with resentment at the beginning, and she was full of resentment enough to turn her into a ghost, but in the end she kept her original pure and kind appearance for Yin Zimo.

Instead of reincarnating, she hides in a dark corner every day, silently paying attention to her widow.

Seeing him in pain, remorse, self-blame and resentment, haggard and depressed every day, unable to sleep peacefully at night.

Seeing him abandoning his literature for revenge, he learned art from the lofty scholar of Wushe, and he could not kneel in front of the master's door.

Watching him endure seven to fourty-nine days of pain in order to practice mystical arts, even if he was about to die of pain, he never yelled out the pain.

Watching him hide in the wind and dust and greet him with a smile every day, but he has to carefully protect his innocence.

looking at him...

Zhan Yingying didn't dare to think about it any longer. Since ancient times, there was a lot of love and hatred, and there was love in one place and sorrow in another. In the past three years, Yin Zimo is not the only one who has suffered from lovesickness?
"Why are you bothering?" Zhan Yingying muttered to herself and asked again.

Yin Zimo smiled slowly, with a bit of bitterness in his smile, "As long as I can see you again, I don't feel bitter, no matter how hard it is, it will be sweet."

Min Xing looked at one person and one ghost, and suddenly said something surprising, "It's not like you can't be together."

　I'm super sleepy today, I haven't written tomorrow ==
　　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)