Fate will eventually come to an end, and love will still come.

After a few days of recuperation, the wounds on Li Yiyang's body gradually healed, but the scar left behind could not disappear, is it the mark left by that relationship?

If so, then this relationship, this fate, is really unforgettable, although it happened in a dream.

"Yiyang, your injury is healed, but this scar can't be erased, hey, it's true." After Wang Xianfeng gently took off the bandage on Li Yiyang's stomach, he looked at the scar and said with some regret.

"It's okay, what's this, is it a scar on a man's body? No need to sigh. Hey, to be honest, I still think it's weird, you say, how could I stab myself with a knife, and besides, while I'm sleeping. Li Yiyang said puzzled.

Hearing him say these words, Wang Xianfeng's face didn't know when there were a few drops of sweat, maybe it was too hot.

"Hey, why are you saying it's so hot this day, closing the door is like being in a steamer, and it makes people not alive." Wang Xianfeng complained.

When Li Yiyang heard this, he no longer thought about what he had just said, but instead, Wang Xianfeng's words began to speak.

The white clouds covered the sun, and like these complaints, they also covered the man's uneasiness.

Time flies, and the years go too quickly.

And so, year after year, day after day.

It is said that after a long time, it can kill everything.

Really?

Time can wipe away the pain hidden in the bottom of the heart, but can it erase the love engraved in the bones?

Although during this period, Qing Yao's illness has been completely cured, and the pain in Li Yiyang's heart has slowly disappeared.

However, no one knows whether it was true or false, whether it was a dream, or whether it was a fact that actually happened.

Although a year has passed, the back and forth is just a repetition of one spring and autumn, four seasons. In the blink of an eye, it's summer again, and the pomegranate flowers are about to bloom as usual.

Li Yiyang, since he was injured, he has never been here, maybe he thinks it is just a dream, a dream that makes him love and hate deeply, he has loved and hurt in his dreams.

Accustomed to being alone, and accustomed to Wu Shiren's difficulties, he slowly began to become a little relieved, and was no longer as young and frivolous as he was at the beginning, impulsive and reckless.

Everything is still the same sentence, just follow the fate, just follow the fate.

The flowers bloomed, I came, and now, the flowers are blooming again, but you are long gone.

The cool night reflects a sad feeling, if it is really a dream, will the flowers in the dream bloom again?

Another gust of wind, another tree, the wind blew gently, but instead of the heat, it was the fragrance of flowers.

The gorgeous pomegranate blossoms, in this quiet night, once again bloomed alone in a low-key manner, one dream, two dreams, will eventually be connected again.

And the two people who miss each other in the dream will eventually meet again in the dream.

"Qing'er, it's another summer, it's another year of flowers, I have passed more than a year since a serious illness, a year, a year, not long, not short, I don't know how he is doing? I wonder if he is still waiting for me there? Why don't you take advantage of the bright sun today to take a look. Qing Yao said with mixed feelings in the mirror, and she didn't know whether she was looking at the mirror or Qing'er in the mirror, and she didn't know whether she was happy or sad.

Qing'er slowly combed Qing Yao's green silk and carefully dressed her up. The strands of hair, beautiful and long, smooth as ink.

It's really beautiful, it's beautiful.

Maybe he was too focused, so that he was startled by Qing Yao's sudden voice, and the jade comb fell to the ground with a "bang", and in an instant, it was split into two.

Really, too much focus?

Still, there is some weakness.

Qing Yao suddenly relieved herself, glanced at the thing lying on the ground, and then looked at the person standing stiffly on the side, I don't know why.

Immediately, she stood up in a panic and ran to the person next to her in a panic.

"What's wrong with you, Qing'er, what's wrong with you?" She shook Qing'er in a panic, very nervous.

"Princess, the slave is fine, don't shake it anymore, if the princess continues to shake, the slave and maid will really have something." Qing'er said a little dizzy, and held her head with her hand from time to time, for fear that in the next second, her head would fall to the ground.

When Qing Yao heard this, she quickly stopped shaking, she helped Qing'er to the stool, went to get another stool, put it next to Qing'er, and then sat down as well.

In the past, Qing'er served her, but now, it was unexpectedly reversed. But it doesn't matter much, after all, they don't care so much about etiquette between them.

"What's going on, do you need to summon a doctor to come and see?" Qing Yao rolled up her sleeve shirt, gently wiped the cold sweat on Qing'er's forehead with her hands, and asked her softly while wiping it.

Probably came back to her senses, Qing'er immediately stood up in order not to let Qing Yao worry too much, danced in a circle, and danced a few times to prove that she was fine.

Qing Yaozi was very happy, and the heart she was hanging on finally let go.

"That's fine, but did you hear what I just said? Let's go together......" Before Qingyao could finish speaking, Qing'er interrupted her.

"Princess, it's too hot today, it's not suitable to go out, you might as well go next time, anyway, the son can't run, and I will take this opportunity to test whether this person is sincere, if it is sincere, then I won't care about it for a while, but if it's false, then ......" Qing'er said this, and deliberately paused, as if he had some other intentions.

Qing Yao urged her and asked, "So what?" ”

"That'...... Then there is no need to have any illusions about him, after all, such a ruthless person is not worthy of the princess's concern for him anymore, if he suffers himself as before, how can it be good. Qing'er seemed to say a lot of things very reasonably, and during this period, Qingyao also seemed to be thinking a lot.

Time passed minute by minute, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Just when Qing'er wanted to speak again and interrupt the inexplicable atmosphere, Qing Yao said decisively, "That's it, it's just, if we don't go today, then when will we go again?" She said with a frown, as if in distress.

Qing'er, too, was a little surprised, she had never thought about this, and of course she didn't know how to answer her.

So, after pondering for a while, she said lightly: "Whatever happens." ”

Yes, she is really witty, a sentence of "casual fate", a good casual fate.

Fate has its own destiny, fate comes, love comes. And after fate is gone, will the love still be there?

Absence.

Is that so?

The answer is:

Of course not.

Fate goes on and on.

Under the pomegranate flowers in the dream, by the ancient well in front of the tree.

It was no longer a woman waiting for him, but a man greeting her with a smile.