Chapter 1799 (1/2)

You probably think that if you seal my memory, I will not live in your Vatican Palace, and the secret of your secret chamber will never be discovered by me.

But, God Jiuli, if I really forget you, won't you be sad?

God Jiuli, at the moment of your death, don't you really want me to accompany you?

She grabs the man's woodcarving and seals her lips on the woodcarving's lips. She closes her eyes slightly and presses down the sweet smell that surges up in her chest.

The room is full of his breath. It is obvious that he spent his time here after seeing off his new friend.

A person's happy hall, a person's missing, a person's refusal

Ning Xuemo wanders and lingers in the room, and she finds a thick stack of paintings.

Every picture is her, smiling, crying, angry and ashamed All kinds of postures, all kinds of expressions, all kinds of paintings are vivid, and all the characters in each painting seem to be able to walk down

She looked at the paintings one by one, unaware of the loss of time and the flow of time.

When the pain to the extreme, it is numbness

She rubbed her fingers over the paintings, as if she were copying the gesture of the man when he was painting, as if he was still standing at the table and painting

”Snow road......” It seems that there is a sigh in my ear. I am familiar with it

She turned round stiffly, as if to see him standing by the bed, in his usual broad white robe, cold as ever, with deep blue eyes staring at her.

She was frozen in place, her lips trembled for a moment, and then she called out, ”the great God...”

Hallucinations?! It's an illusion!

She wanted to jump in his arms, but she didn't dare!