Chapter 2309
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"Don't say anymore … I don't want to hear it …" She closed her eyes and gently grabbed the corner of his clothes, feeling his last bit of strength.
"If there's a next life, please don't remember me …"
These were the last words Mo Ye said to her. His low and desolate voice rang in her ears.
It seemed that every time Mo Ye left her behind, even if there were irreversible factors, even if there was nothing he could do about it.
But he still left her behind, didn't he?
She kept her eyes closed until the frivolous soul scattered in the air, fusing with the cold snow and falling into her palm.
What fell into her arms was a body without a soul. Perhaps it was too artistic to describe it that way.
But it was just a corpse.
This world seemed to have ended just like that. It ended without any warning.
The sky slowly brightened and the snow gradually melted.
Luo Yu and Murong Nan personally came to pick her up. They didn't look surprised at all, as if they already knew the ending.
That's right! They all knew the ending. She was the only one who was kept in the dark.
No wonder, no wonder Luo Yu agreed to her marriage with Mo Ye so quickly without any hesitation.
It was no wonder that Murong Nan had not come to look for her during those ten days.
Because those were the last moments she had with Mo Ye …
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Luo Yu gave Mo Ye a grand funeral and buried him in the Luo Imperial Mausoleum as the Prince Consort.
From beginning to end, Luo Qingchen never appeared. She personally brewed several jars of peach blossom wine and sat under the withered tree, drinking cup after cup.
She wanted to get drunk, but she was extremely sober.
Murong Nan came every day. At first, he would say a few words, but after a while, he stopped.
He would sit next to her and drink with her.
"Do you think I still need to wait?" Luo Qingchen glanced sideways, as if she was talking to Murong Nan, but also as if she was talking to herself.
The air was filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossom wine. Murong Nan was a little tipsy from drinking. He looked at her eyes and wanted to reach out to hug her, but he retracted his hand.
Her eyes, which were as clear as water, were filled with tears. It was a gaze that he could not look straight at.
After a long time, he sighed deeply and said, "I think you already know the answer in your heart."
She laughed foolishly and drank a mouthful of wine. She nodded and said, "I'll continue to wait."
"I knew you were someone with this kind of temper." Murong Nan seemed to relax. He shrugged and smiled, "Stop drinking. I'll take you to see someone."
"Who?"
"Mo Ye's master, the Abyss."
Luo Qing Chen didn't know how Murong Nan found the abyss. She just knew that although the abyss daoist had white hair and a white beard, he looked even younger than Mo Ye.
"Your Highness —"
"No need." Luo Qing Chen said with a nod, "Daoist priest, please sit."
"Your Highness is truly a beauty capable of causing the downfall of a city. It's no wonder that my disciple …" He paused and sighed. "He's lived his entire life for someone else. At first, it was Youran. Later, it was you."
As a master, his two most important disciples left one after another. No one could understand the pain in his heart.
"I'm sorry …" Luo Qingchen slowly lowered her head and took a deep breath, "I'm the one who hurt him."
"No, it's not!" The Abyss shook his head and said, "This is what he thought was worth it, so it's not wrong. No one is paying the other back!"
"Daoist …"
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