Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

Chapter 208: The Powerful Prime Minister’s Painted Demon Bai Yueguang (End)

Xiao Fuci tightly grasped the butterfly hairpin in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. He closed his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Come back... don't leave me..."

Qi Ji looked at him with disdain and said, "I have a way to get her back, but you have to lend me the hairpin."

"It's useless. You can only reverse the time and space of the world you are in." There are many records about various monsters in the ancient books of the Xiao family, so Xiao Fuci is not as optimistic as Qi Ji.

The boundary marker between the human and demon worlds is in the world of the painting, and this is also the only place where the two of them can get along.

Qi Ji didn't believe it and planned to give it a try, but just as he was about to start, Coral came out of the painting and stopped him.

Shanhu was still wearing a red dress of different shades. She was still a spirit at the moment, but she still came out and said, "Miss, I left something for you. I said you will understand after you see it."

After saying this, she was afraid that Qi Ji would be angry with her, so she quickly returned to the painting and just put a box in Qi Ji's hand.

Qi Ji ignored Shanhu and started to make hand gestures to try to go back again. He had done this many times, but he failed this time.

Xiao Fuci looked at Qi Ji's beautiful glass-like eyes, which were no longer bright, as if covered with a layer of fog. He opened the box, and inside was a letter pressed by a piece of coral.

When she opened the letter, there was nothing inside. The piece of paper was filled with the name she had once given him.

The reincarnated spirits will recall the memories of past lives. Qi Ji first met Yue Bai when he was young. She named him Hua Yu. Later, he would look for him in every reincarnation. As long as there was a pair of hands gently caressing him or a pair of eyes gazing at him in the world, he would feel that the world was worth it.

He was going to find someone who would give him a name.

Qi Ji stumbled away. Looking at his back, Xiao Fuci felt like he was going to break into pieces, but he also felt that it would be better for him to die.

But he remembered that he had once sold himself to Baihu, so he rode away calmly.

He has walked the road from Huai'an to Yunzhou many times, and the happiest time was with Yuebai. Xiao Fuci will always remember the sound of horse hooves when he left Huai'an. It seemed as if the sound fell on his heart one by one, in the same rhythm as his heartbeat.

But now he was alone riding a horse and wading through the water, and he felt a little lonely. The moon was in full bloom in the valley and all over the mountains, but the perfect couple was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Fuci walked all the way and finally returned to the princess's mansion. He did not go back to his own home, but began to hang white cloth in the princess's mansion.

He changed into white clothes and said he wanted to mourn for the princess of the previous emperor, but no one remembered that the previous emperor had a princess, or even that there was a Ji family. Some things seemed to have been erased from everyone's memory, leaving him alone with nowhere to rest in the memories.

In this way, he went to court every day to handle government affairs. Xiao Fuci didn't know how much time had passed. It seemed that the princess of the previous emperor had become a taboo for him. But if that princess really did not exist, then why did the princess's mansion exist?

Sometimes Xiao Fuci would wonder if all this was just a dream. The so-called world of the human and the demon, resurrection and reincarnation, were nothing but a dream, his own imagination.

In a daze, countless years have passed, and the whale-like silver hair has gradually climbed up to Xiao Fuci's temples. The butterfly hairpin that he has carried with him for many years has also been stained with traces of time.

That day, Xiao Fuci suddenly thought of taking all the books out to dry, and then he found a box on the bookshelf, a simple red lacquer box, but it was very well preserved. It was obvious that the owner had put it there on purpose.

When he opened the box, he found that it was filled with letters. There were familiar letters he had written to Yuebai, every one of them was there, and there were also some replies that he had never seen before.

It turned out that she replied to every one of his letters, but although she looked easy-going, she was actually arrogant in her heart. Her feelings for him were pure and clean, so pure that when she realized that he did not simply like her, she would rather hide her sincerity in a place where even Xiao Fuci could not see it.

She would reply to every letter he wrote to her. The letters talked about the little things that happened between them in the past, as well as the interesting things that happened to Yuebai after Xiao Fuci left. Of course, she would occasionally complain that Qi Ji was disobedient again and her parents would not let her go out. She looked completely attached to him and was looking forward to their next meeting.

While reading the letter, Xiao Fuci seemed to be able to feel the girl's thoughts when she picked up the pen, and he couldn't help laughing. It turned out that they had both loved each other carefully, but had to hide their love.

As he laughed, he started crying again. He was about to think that this was all a dream, but suddenly he realized that they had already experienced all the heart-wrenching love and hate, but no one in the world knew about it except him.

The world's infinite pill and green hands, a piece of sadness cannot be painted.