Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (53)
Bai Weiwei looked up, searching the room, but found that it was still empty.
She stared at the table somewhat sorrowfully, “I don’t know how much I hurt you. I wanted to see you, but uncle wouldn’t take me, and I can’t find a way into the ghost realm.”
She sat there alone, with a lonesome and thin silhouette, incomparably bleak.
The man in the mirror’s face was expressionless, but his eyes were completely filled with evil spirit qi. His hand slowly extended from the mirror, his fingernails suddenly grew longer, like sharp blades.
Aimed to pierce through her back to her heart.
“Little Gege, I’m sorry.” She suddenly couldn’t contain it and started trembling all over. Her crying was simply heartbreaking, endured in secret yet tragic to the bone.
The nails paused, just a point further, and it could kill her.
The man in the mirror glared at her darkly.
It was all a trick.
Bai Weiwei’s sobs were aggrieved and broken. Then suddenly, she lifted her head, as if she sensed something she immediately got up and looked around.
The shadow in the mirror immediately disappeared.
Bai Weiwei asked the system: “Is Ji Yongchuan here?”
The system said, “Here, ah.”
Bai Weiwei: Where?”
System: “You guess.”
Bai Weiwei: “……”
Spicy chicken system, hurry up and blow yourself up at the boundary line——
Bai Weiwei didn’t care where Ji Yongchuan was, anyway, it was enough that he was in this room.
With a few threads of anxiety on her face, she began to run through the room barefoot.
“Little Gege, is that you? Did you come to see me?”
She appeared flustered and wishful. Her eyes were red, and her footsteps a little sloppy as she pathetically and helplessly ran around the house.
“Little Gege, I was wrong, I actually said those words that broke your heart, but I don’t know why I said those words at that time.”
Her words, every sentence was like poison.
Don’t know, don’t know why you said those words.
In the darkness, the wronged ghost who crawled out from hell, had ice in his eyes and hate in his heart.
His Weiwei, was the most deceitful.
Bai Weiwei ran around the room for more than an hour, and eventually made herself dizzy. She could only stop this self abusive act.
She went to stare at the table with a tired and pained face.
Her eyes were full of memories, sometimes happy, sometimes heartache, sometimes love and admiration, sometimes self blame.
Bai Weiwei felt she had exhausted her fine expression skills.
Finally, the various emotions combined, interweaving into one so strong even blind people could sense it.
Then, just before her eyes cramped, she slowly retracted her emotions.
“Aren’t you there? Or do I miss you too much, why do I feel you’re back?”
As she talked and talked, the area around her eyes was red.
“Uncle said your soul scattered, I don’t believe, I don’t believe it.”
She said, gripping her fingers until her nails whitened.
Tears fell one by one, her voice hoarse and desperate, “How could I say those words to you? Clearly I love you, how could I say those words, those weren’t my sincere feelings, ah.”
She couldn’t believe it, even repeating in shock.
“Uncle told me not to look for you, and even locked me in the Taoist temple, it wasn’t easy for me to escape.”
Bai Weiwei reached out to cover her tear filled face.
She cried, “But, where have you gone, I can’t find you, where’s the ghost realm? It’s my own fault for not learning knowledge on exorcism, don’t even know such a simple thing.”
The room was empty, except for her heartbreaking sobs.
In the mirror, a dark shadow appeared, it was a bit distorted with a crazed and conflicted look in its eyes.