She was sitting on a tree, wearing a red dress, reflecting the flaming red leaves on the tree, and her beauty was a bit unreal.
"If there is an afterlife, I want to be a mortal, what about you?" Hong Ye lowered her head, looked at him under the tree, and asked with a slight smile.
He shook his head.
"I, this is fine..."
Hongye sighed and spoke inaudibly.
"Why is it different from the one in the storybook...
In fact, what he wants to say is, if you want to be a mortal, then this is good for me. This endless life can find you and meet you in every life of reincarnation.
But if I am also a mortal, then we are only dependent on each other for one life, but we will miss each other in life after life. In that case, I would rather do this...
Later, during the long years when she was sleeping, he always remembered that afternoon and that touch of red.
I remember her sitting on the tree, smiling lightly and looking at him under the tree.
I remember that the sky to the west was filled with crimson clouds, and in the red maples that covered the mountains, she looked like a cluster of flames, with her bright red skirt brushing the branches, fluttering in the wind and then falling.
Remember what she said.
"Wanzi, then I'll just do this. "