Shang Hua sighed, "Qinglan, if, I mean if, if the dead wood can..." "How can the dead wood sprout again?" Mu Qinglan stopped the other party's words.
Shang Hua pursed his lips. If you say yes, I can take you away. Wouldn't it be nice to keep you happy and worry-free for the rest of your life?
The cell had been cold and damp all year round. Mu Qinglan lay on the straw mat, wrapped in cotton wool, and stretched out his hands to grab the air. "Shang Hua, I believe it. How can dead wood not germinate? How can it not germinate? I believe it, I really believe it..." It can't be said with regret or ridicule, "But even if I believe it, you won't come back, right?" The last sentence was to retract his hands and cover his eyes with a cry.
Didn't you promise that you would always stay with me? Didn't you agree that you would wait for me? Didn't we agree to go to Fengmanlou together after returning to Beijing?
But even now, I say I believe it, I say I am wrong, if I can get out of here, I am afraid you will never see me again.
Shang Hua, no matter you are a god, a human or a monster, I, Mu Qinglan, swear that from now on I am willing to believe in you, respect you, and love you, for the rest of my life, you will be the only one.
"Qinglan, it was you who made the oath that you would believe in me, respect me, and love me for the rest of your life. Are you willing to follow me to Bizhen Palace in Changle Mountain to stay there forever?"
"Okay."
"It's just that there's something wrong."
"What's the matter?"
"This 'for life' is not appropriate. I want you to be with me for all eternity."