Chapter 133 Have you ever thought about turning back time?

Xihe nodded. "At that time... the war in the spirit world had just begun. I was extremely worried and distressed all day long."

The spiritual source dried up and the pillars of heaven collapsed.

It was certainly not a beautiful and memorable past.

Xiao Mingxuan thought of the woman in the illusion. He had not seen Xihe for all these years, so he described Xihe's face over and over again based on the news from Lihua Palace and the memories in the illusion.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the Sixth Princess’ body looked exactly like Xihe in the illusion after she grew up.

"How long did you fight?" Xiao Mingxuan always felt a sense of unreality about the illusory spiritual world.

"One year." Xihe gave the answer subconsciously.

Xiao Mingxuan teased, "Are you so sure? Not a day more or less?"

"What a coincidence! Not a day more or less." Xihe remembered clearly that the moon was very round that day. "The day the war began and ended was August 15th."

Xiao Mingxuan was suddenly stunned. "Are you sure it's August 15th?"

"I'm not stupid, how can I not remember the time?" Xihe felt that Xiao Mingxuan was weird, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

Xiao Mingxuan stared at Xihe for a long time, which made Xihe feel scared, but he didn't say a word.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's scary!"

Suddenly, there was an indescribable aura around Xiao Mingxuan, as if it was going to suck people in.

He suddenly laughed out loud, his throat a little dry. He wanted to drink some wine to calm down, but found that the wine had been finished by the two of them, so he had to give up.

"Xihe, sometimes I wonder if our meeting was arranged by God." Xiao Mingxuan doesn't believe in fate, but he believes in Xihe, the girl he fell in love with at first sight.

"God? Are you talking about the Heavenly Dao?" Xihe shuddered as she thought of the Heavenly Dao's face. "Come on, if he doesn't kill me, it's a blessing for me."

"Do you have a grudge against him?" Xiao Mingxuan would occasionally hear Xihe mention Tiandao. He used to think that the other party had no form, but now it seems that is not entirely true.

"It's not that we have any grudges, at most we just dislike each other." Xihe and Tiandao are equals, but she can't stand his indifference, and Tiandao can't stand her hypocrisy. To keep the six realms stable, the two of them are too lazy to meet. "But... if it's him, it makes sense. After all, few people in heaven or on earth have the ability to tear through time and space."

Furthermore, Xihe remembered that she had clearly died, yet had mysteriously reappeared in the body of the little princess in the cold palace. If someone had rescued her from the battlefield and sent her into reincarnation, the only one in the world who could do this was Heaven.

"Maybe it really is him." Xiao Mingxuan took some cakes from the little girl's purse and put them in his mouth. He had just taken two pieces when the little girl snatched them back. If he hadn't put one piece in his mouth, he would have been snatched away as well. He touched the little girl's hair, and the warmth in his palm made Xihe's eyes warm, and she almost shed tears.

"I should thank him for sending you to me."

When Xiao Mingxuan was three years old, Xihe was fighting in a war.

When he was four years old, a great change suddenly happened, and Xihe also died in the same year.

August 15th.

That day was his birthday. He learned the news of his mother's death and set out on the journey to Tianshuo. Thousands of miles away, Xihe also jumped from a tall building.

In the fifth year, the most difficult year for him, Xihe came.

Perhaps many years ago, an invisible shackle appeared on their bodies, and when it tightened slightly, it brought the two of them together.

"Do you know how I feel now?" After enjoying the breeze for a while and eating some food, Xihe was mostly sober.

"Yes, I understand."

The little girl was restless after drinking and was staggering. Xiao Mingxuan was afraid that she would bump into something, so he pulled her over and let her lean on his legs.

Xihe didn't act pretentiously. She leaned on his knees and played with the hem of her dress out of boredom.

Some things don't need to be said but are understood tacitly.

Neither of them spoke, they just stayed there quietly.

At some point, the sound of a bagpipe began to be heard in the distance, rising and falling frequently, continuing for a long time, but it seemed a little lonely.

The sound of raindrops falls outside the pavilion. The pavilion standing halfway up the mountain seems to be the last piece of pure land separated from the wind and rain. However, when the breeze blows, a few raindrops still fall into the hearts of the fallen.

[Misty and hazy, I miss Fengfeng. I am melancholy from a long illness. The west wind blows gently against the maple leaves in front of the window.]

Xihe suddenly felt like a terminally ill person. Every day when he looked out from the railing, he felt a little more melancholy.

Xiao Mingxuan responded with a smile, and suddenly recalled the past, with a hint of nostalgia between his brows, "I remember there was a time when you studied literature and history very hard but still couldn't write anything, and you cried for a long time because of this."

"Shut up!" Xihe was stepped on the sore spot and immediately stretched out his claws towards Xiao Mingxuan fiercely. However, his claws were too short and not only had no deterrent effect, but made people want to bully him even more.

Xiao Mingxuan turned his head slightly and tried hard to suppress his laughter, but his slightly shaking shoulders betrayed him.

"Xiao Mingxuan, that's enough. I could have written a lot of poems a long time ago." Xihe hit the other person's back in annoyance.

Xiao Mingxuan turned around, perhaps because he was laughing too heartily, a few blushes remained on his cheeks. "Okay, Xihe has grown up. You don't have to bury yourself in books like before."

When Xihe was young, he seemed to have a grudge against poetry and prose. He could not memorize them no matter what he did. Sometimes when he got angry, he would even chew on the book, wishing he could eat it alive!

"Can we not talk about that?" Xihe had done very few things in her life that were shameful to others, but coincidentally, Xiao Mingxuan knew everything about them, so she was always teased by him. "That happened so long ago, can you tell me something new?"

Xihe turned his head away angrily, then suddenly thought of something, paused, and his expression gradually became depressed.

"Why."

"I have a name."

“…”

"Also... why didn't you call it the previous one? Did you forget?"

“…”

Xihe touched his face and couldn't bring himself to call out their original names. One reason was that they were older, and the other was that their relationship was so awkward now that the once intimate name seemed a little awkward.

Didn’t Xiao Mingxuan never call her “Xiao Xier” again?

"I can't scream." The three words rolled around in his mouth several times but he couldn't utter them. Xihe lowered his head and whispered, "It's different from before..."

"What's different?"

"I can't explain it, but... it's just different." Xihe clutched the handkerchief and muttered softly.

Xiao Mingxuan looked at her intently for a long time, then sighed, "I've missed a lot about you over the years."

The little girl who once wanted to throw away her books is now full of knowledge.

The little princess, who couldn't even lift anything, now could ride a horse and shoot arrows without any problem.

Time seemed to be extremely cruel to them, taking away all the familiar traces on their bodies in an instant, leaving only a person as perfect as a porcelain doll, facing each other in silence.

"Have you ever thought about turning back time?" Xihe suddenly asked.

Xiao Mingxuan didn't answer her directly, but asked: "Have you thought about it?"