I am the most respected person in the last days

Fang Siyu looked at it in surprise. She couldn't help but wonder at the scene woven with rattan in front of her.

This scene is weird and mysterious. Who left it behind?

In this vast valley, there had never been such a scene before.

The appearance of this strange scene is really unbelievable.

She stared at this dreamlike scene, her heart filled with curiosity and confusion, so much so that the injuries on her body had faded away.

"This... what is going on? It wasn't like this before. Why did it suddenly become like this? What on earth happened?"

Fang Siyu gently stroked the intricate rattan and muttered unconsciously.

As she slowly penetrated into the world woven with vines, she was even more surprised by what she saw.

Fang Siyu opened his eyes wide and froze on the spot.

She originally thought that she had seen it wrong, or that it was an illusion caused by physical and mental exhaustion.

However, she was sure she was right.

The big bed was obviously destroyed by her angry blow before.

However, at this moment, it was miraculously reassembled in front of her.

This made her feel a sense of surprise in her heart.

Fang Siyu began to observe the bed carefully, her hands gently touching every detail.

Looking for any trace that can explain this mysterious phenomenon.

However, except for the morning light across the bed, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

But Fang Siyu knew that this was no coincidence, someone must have done it deliberately.

Suddenly, at an angle that was difficult to detect in her sight.

Strips of green silk threads came into view, floating around the big bed.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at these insignificant traces carefully, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity in her heart.

As her attention gradually slipped towards the bed, she finally discovered some strange clues.

There seemed to be thin threads woven from vines hidden in the bed boards and the broken places.

They are intricately intertwined and seem to form some kind of pattern, rejoining the broken bed.

Fang Siyu stretched out her hand and gently touched the threads, feeling a slight chill.

She couldn't help but frown, these clues seemed to be telling her a message.

"It's him, he did all this!"

Fang Siyu bit her lips, and the sweat stains on her forehead became more and more visible.

It's like the entanglement and pain in my heart are constantly rising.

Everything in front of me seemed like an inescapable fate.

She couldn't help but feel that she was trapped in it and couldn't get out of it.

All the things that happened during this period all pointed to the same person deeply hidden in her heart, making it impossible for her to escape...

"Ling Yi..."

Crystal tears fell from the corners of Fang Siyu's eyes.

Ling Yi, her heart is filled with a mixture of love and hate.

Love is an emotion that cannot be let go of him, a memory of the good times of that unexpected encounter, and also the unique charm that he exudes.

But the hatred came from his camp, the destruction of her soul, and the scars of those painful moments.

She clearly felt the role Ling Yi played in her life.

Like a deep musical melody, sometimes melodious and entwining, sometimes exciting and shocking.

This emotion is like a light blooming in the darkness, warm and sharp, and cannot be ignored.

Although she knew that she could no longer hide this emotion.

Because it has integrated into her life and become an unshakable part.

Deep in Fang Siyu's heart, emotions intertwined into a throbbing picture.

And every memory cuts through her heart like a knife.

She wanted to try to escape, but found that her emotions had already taken root, and she became more determined as she was washed away by the entanglements in her heart.

Perhaps, this obsession has already exceeded her own control.

It will definitely become the most beautiful chapter among the many stories in her life.

Fang Siyu carefully lay on the bed and gently closed her melancholy eyes.

A ray of breeze blew over her face, bringing a slight chill.

Fang Siyu felt a sense of sadness in her heart, and she seemed to feel Ling Yi's gaze.

There are deep and unknown stories hidden in those eyes.

She sighed softly, thoughts flooding back to her.

Ling Yi's figure appeared in her mind one after another.

Every smile, every look, every gesture, even the crude and insulting gestures were deeply engraved in her heart.

It was as if she could feel the warm palm caressing her cheek, and a gentle feeling surged in her heart unconsciously.

This throb is like a budding flower.

It bloomed deep in her heart, with a sweet sense of happiness, warming her whole heart.

However, as time passed, Fang Siyu's brows gradually furrowed.

These beautiful imaginations are simply impossible to realize.

If he didn't come forward, if he didn't stab that sword, maybe everything would still be possible.

However, it is impossible now, she has completely stood on the opposite side of Ling Yi!

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I thought you would hide..."

Fang Siyu raised her eyes slightly, looked at the green vine world, and whispered softly.

Suddenly, regret and pain surged into her heart like an overwhelming ocean.

She couldn't help but closed her eyes suddenly, and tears couldn't help but fall again.

The courage and decisiveness I once thought seemed so pale and weak now.

She cannot face her impulses and mistakes.

For a moment, she felt as if her heart had been pierced by thousands of arrows, and the pain could not be increased.

"I stabbed you, but I hope you are still alive.

And I will give you a sword now, and then wait silently on the road to hell for your arrival! "

Fang Siyu was lying on the quaint bed, holding the cold hilt of the sword in his hand, endless sorrow and despair swirling in his heart.

Tears made deep marks on her face, like ruthless blades, cutting through her soul.

In the apocalyptic life, she lost everything. Family, friendship, and love all disappeared in the nightmare.

This made her feel lonely and hopeless, flooding her heart like a tide.

vitality? It didn't matter to her anymore, everything had been lost.

Perhaps, she was once a flower in full bloom.

But now it is on the verge of withering and will wither in the wind at any time.

The search for hope has become a futile struggle.

Fang Siyu felt that she had become so fragile, like a broken flower.

The silver sword in his hand has gradually been placed across his neck.

Fang Siyu glanced around the surrounding scenery again with tears in his eyes.

Around her, the morning light filtered through the sparse leaves, casting mottled light and shadow, as if telling a silent farewell.

Her heart was like the changing light and shadow at this moment, perhaps destined to have a reluctant ending.

There was a mixture of determination and tenderness in her eyes, as if she was silently bidding farewell to this world that she loved and hated at the same time.