The screen, the light blue bed tent, the vase painted with mando flowers... Everything is so familiar, as if the 50,000 years of time here is equivalent to wasting time, and it did not leave any traces on this hall at all.

Even the bedding on that big bed looked like the bedding that used to be.

And her second intimacy with Shen Jiuli was on this big bed...

She felt boiling water rolling in her heart. That time, **** was just a dream distance for her. Who would have thought that there was a long time between 50,000 years?

Now everything is here, but he is no longer here-

After all, she just woke up after three days of death. Her body was still very tired, but she didn't feel much sleepy.

She remembered the journey through time again, and at the last moment, she was about to say that she was from 50,000 years later, but her soul left her body and traveled back again!

Is this a coincidence? Or can this matter be said?

I just left like that. Was that body fainted or returned to myself fifty thousand years ago?

Will Shen Jiuli notice it? What will he do?

Thousands of questions circling in her mind, and her head hurts when she thinks!

Just cover the quilt and go to bed!

Her eyes fell on the quilt again, and she clearly remembered that she was lying in the quilt with Shen Jiuli and sleeping until dawn.

Now she and Xiao Nianmo are the only ones who are...

There seemed to be a soft part in my heart that seemed to be hit by someone suddenly, and the pain was unstoppable.

The saddest thing is the difference between things and people—

She closed her eyes again. If she dreamed, would she travel through and see him again?

Holding this beautiful fantasy, she fell asleep in a daze.

In fact, not only did she not dream of Shen Jiuli that night, she never dreamed of him for four or five days.

...

It started to rain lightly.

The drizzle drizzle woven into a rain curtain, making the world hazy.

The sound of a flute comes from afar, sounding in the drizzle of the night.

Ning Xuemo frowned slightly. Luo Jiuchen can play the flute for the first half of the day these days. To be honest, the sound of the flute is really nice. His skill can catch up with the legendary Xiao Shi who can play the flute and attract phoenixes.

In other words, there are no birds and beasts in this Brahma Palace that can come in by themselves, otherwise his flute sound might attract a phoenix. Even if it cannot attract a phoenix, it can at least attract a peacock...

His flute sound made Ning Xuemo feel familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember that he had heard it there.

She has an amazing memory and has three lives, but there is no memory of the sound of the flute in these three lives. So when did she hear it?

It can't be the prenatal education music she heard in her womb?!

Every time she hears this music, she becomes a little irritated. Now, on this endless rainy night, hearing his somewhat sad flute sound makes her even more irritated.

Xiao Nianmo was reading the book. When he heard this, he was very annoyed. He covered his ears and bulged his mouth and complained: "Is this person annoyed? He blew like a mourning every day..."

Ning Xuemo touched his head: "Mom goes out and see."

Xiao Nianmo held the corner of her clothes: "Mom, this person is an old fox, don't be fooled by him..."

Ning Xuemo burst out laughing and bounced his forehead: "Of course not! Who am I, your mother? I will never be fooled by him!"

He turned around and walked out, setting up a soundproof barrier in the room so that the sound of the flute would not disturb his son again.

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Chapter completed!