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"It's just a small wound." Song Mingjian said without a care, "Won't it heal in two days?"

Gu Xiangling wanted to continue, but Song Mingjian waved his hand. When you made me tea before, didn't you often burn it? " "He wolfed down the food without disturbing his speech." "Now that you have a stomachache and my hand is hurting, we will share the pain and suffering."

Tears welled up in Gu Xiangling's eyes as she stared blankly out the window. A pair of unknown birds was flying in the sky like a pair of wings. With him, there is no one in the world who loves you as he loves you. There is no one in the world who can make you love them so deeply.

A faintly discernible sound of a violin floated in. The melodious and lingering sound was as if the violin was weeping, and ripples began to appear in the surrounding lake. Gu Xiangling couldn't help but listen carefully. That familiar tune … That's right, it was her beloved 'Butterfly Transformation'.

Song Mingjian seemed to be enchanted by the beautiful music. He had been fighting in the business world for many years and his ears were filled with flattery and his hearing seemed to have become numb. Do you like this music? "

"Every time I hear this music, I feel that my soul has been purified." Gu Xiangling said slowly. She looked as if she was lost in a beautiful dream, her eyes soft like spring water. She had once learned violin for a period of time and specialized in this music. Later, when I was too busy writing, I threw the violin aside and wondered if I could still pull it out now. "

Song Mingjian's heart stirred and his thoughts returned to many years ago. During that month, he played music for a girl one after another in the autumn of spring. He played all of her favorite songs on his violin.

The violin. How long since I've touched it? I don't know. He doesn't remember. Where was the violin that had been placed in the Song Family? Perhaps it was already filled with dust.

Song Ming used his phone to find out the address of the nearby music shop. A few kilometers away, there really was one with all kinds of music.

Gu Xiangling had just finished her surgery. With a lazy expression, she closed her eyes to rest. Song Mingjian's phone kept vibrating non-stop. The communication software in his phone seemed to be flashing endlessly. He wished that he could be the Thousand Hand Guan Yin so that he could settle this mess in one go.

Gu Xiangling was quietly curled up in bed, as if she was already asleep. Song Ming's fingers gently caressed her smooth and delicate cheeks and he muttered to himself softly: "There has never been a moment like now where I wish I was an ordinary person and did not have so many busy matters. That way, I can be at ease and accompany you. "

All this time, I have been used to sitting high on the throne, looking down at all living things. Now, I yearn to be one of you in the mortal world, a bland but happy couple.

The sunlight penetrated through the large leaves of the Wutong tree, filtering through them to form a deep and shallow light that sprinkled onto Gu Xiangling's body. She was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, and her long hair fell neatly over her shoulders. Although her complexion was pale, his eyes were still filled with energy and vitality. As they flowed, happiness could be seen flowing from his eyes.

Song Ming stood under the wutong tree with a violin on his shoulder. After playing a bit, he pulled back the bow. The bow and strings intertwined as they rubbed against each other, creating a sad and moving piece of music, "Butterfly Transformation".

The surroundings were completely silent. Only the faint sound of the zither could be heard. It was as though the sound of the wind, the sun, and the leaves were all affected by the zither music, causing them to be immersed in a myriad of emotions.

Since the song had ended, Gu Xiangling was still reveling in the afterglow of the zither music. All the troubles in her heart seemed to have been reduced to a beautiful melody, leaving only a dreamy and wonderful feeling.

Song Ming pulled on the sword again and again. He felt as if he had transcended the troubles of the mortal world. With his beloved girl, Qin Se and Ming Ming, such a life was the greatest joy of his life.