It snowed heavily the year I died.
At that time, I looked at the candle wick in a daze, as if I had two dreams.
The first dream is to go back to the age when I loved him the most before I got married.
At that time, I was still a well-known lady in the capital, and it was easy for me to get into trouble. When I first met the young monk, he was not nice to me, but he protected me carefully and allowed me to go out safely on spring nights and watch all the fireworks in the world.
If only the dream could stay here.
I thought about it countless times.
In this way, you can forget the neglect you suffered after marriage.
Even if I drag my lingering sick body to the flames of the sword refining, I hope he can say: Yaoyao, don't move forward.
He will.
But I jumped down and didn't hear him speak.
I died too young, so I didn't know that the real boy had actually died the year I got married, and the person I married was not him at all.
I only remember that Candle was crying that day, never to like him again.
I also saw the snow all over the house when I first met him.
After my death, the heavy snow continued, and a demon looked for me like crazy, and threw my husband into the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons to turn into blood.
The young man came back, but he had already changed.
He sat on thousands of bones and held me while crying tears of blood.
He said Yaoyao, don't move forward, don't move forward, you will forget him if you move forward and cross the Naihe Bridge.
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This second dream was the day I got married.
I vaguely saw the red makeup that stretched for ten miles. My sedan chair once passed the coffin of a young man.
At that time, paper money was flying everywhere.
I didn't understand anything, and I still felt sorry for the young man who died in the hands of the devil. He was so young and left so much nonsense.
When I heard about this romantic past, I also sighed with them.
At that time, I had returned my tears to the world and ascended to immortality in the daytime.
#I heard that later on, the darkest demon in the world held my bones and tried to revive me day and night. #
The little flower god who doesn't understand love × the sincere young fairy
●The main text is in third person, there is no amnesia plot, the heroine jumps into the fire to escape the tribulation, it seems very BE but actually HE
●The setting inspiration comes from "Dream of Red Mansions"
Concept: fantasy fairy tale
