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The sadness infected me, and I held my breath.

After an unknown amount of time, Xuan Yue finally let out a low call …

Paste...

Then he buried his face in the box and let out a stifled breath.

I don't know if he cried, but I did.

There was something in it, something he didn't know about, I know.

At this moment, he was clear-headed. He shouldn't be calling for a mahjong, right?

But at this moment, what else could I do other than leave him alone?

A feeling of helplessness seized me.

Then I fell asleep in a state of depression and had nightmares.

On the second night, Xuan Yue did the same as before … He slept until midnight. Then, he quietly got up, opened the box, and sat down facing the unknown object within the box.

However, this time he recited a different poem, so I listened carefully and finally heard a few lines.

After the wutong tree was half dead and frosted over, the white mandarin duck flew away with her … "The original grass, the early morning grass, the old grass …

After doing all this, he even carried me, who pretended to be sleeping, in his arms, and stroked the hair on the back of my neck. "I don't have much time left, you really shouldn't have come back …"

This tone was a bit depressing, a bit sad, and also a bit apologetic?

It's too complicated for me to understand, but my heart thumped once … He didn't have much time left? What do you mean? Was it because the poison in his body was about to act up?

After daybreak, Xuan Yue went out for the first time. She said that she had some matters to attend to and would be back the next day. He also warned me not to go out hunting for the next two days because he was afraid that Huang Feihu would harass me, so he added a barrier outside the house to ensure my safety.

As soon as he was gone, I fumbled for the package. I was dying to know what was in it!

Although I know it's not good to search through other people's things privately, but I must be honest with myself. I must have done it because I was worried about Xuan Yue. Will everyone forgive me?

The box was wrapped in layers and layers, and it looked precious. Anxiously, I tore off the cloth and saw the seal. Xuan Yue added the seal herself, and even though I hadn't taken him as my master for half a year, he had already taught me a lot of things, including this method to remove the seal. I tried using the method he taught me to undo the seal, but I didn't expect to succeed after a single attempt!

With a "ta" sound, the box was opened and a layer of faint red light seeped out … There was actually a set of clothes inside the box!

The exquisite, expensive, and patterned red lacquer box, when it was opened, it actually contained a set of clothes!

And it was a big one at that!

A phoenix coronet and ceremonial gown, a fine, delicate, luxurious, and noble style of clothing. One could tell from one look that it was the kind of clothes that one would meticulously sew with a single glance.

The clothes didn't seem to be made of ordinary materials. Although it was still broad daylight, one could still see a faint layer of luster on the surface of the clothes.

Whose clothes are these? Why are they so solemnly kept in a box?

I carefully took out my clothes, shook them, and dropped another scented sachet. Opening it, there was a packet of red thread and a ring inside. It looked like a thimble used for making needle and thread.

I put down the perfume bag, weighed up the dress and examined it thoroughly. I found that there was a single lotus embroidered on the chest with extremely thin silk needles. The one on the left had a small "Xuan" embroidered on it, while the one on the right had a small "Wu" embroidered on it. Two flowers and Tirian root side by side, symbolizing the love of a husband and wife, happy and happy.

If the word "Xuan" on the left meant Mystic Moon, then who was the "Wu" on the right?

Who would embroider two elegant names on such a red wedding dress?

Suddenly, I remembered the word Mystic Moon used to call me at night … Putong.

Could it be the same thing?

If this was the case, then what Xuan Yue often chanted on night was not the word 'muddle', but a woman's name, which was also the name of the owner of this big red flag.

As I thought about how Xuan Yue had been lying on the bridal veil and suppressing her emotions, my hands suddenly started to tremble.

Xuan Yue's worries and secrets were about to be revealed.

I suddenly became agitated and didn't know what to do. At this moment, a shout suddenly came from outside the door. It was far away and I couldn't hear it clearly, but it really annoyed me!

"Motherf * cker, I'm going to lose my love. Who's so blind to make a ruckus here!?"

With a loud roar, he opened the door and took a look … It was a monkey spirit! Huang Feihu's subordinate!