"What I saw was Mrs. Zhanpusha and Saiyiman, but not Mrs. Yunping and her husband." Zhiyun said, feeling a little confused.
After all, the story is different from what Han Qingrang told.
Han Qingrang came over with a smile on his face and flipped to page 360 with great familiarity. "From here on, it's the story of Madam Yun Ping and her husband, Bathory Han. It's actually very brief, with a lot of things glossed over, but you like it the most."
He even remembered the page number very clearly, which made Zhiyun admire him.
Because the words were too dense, Zhiyun only took a quick look.
Bathory Han, the most noble vampire in the world after Cain, is also a murderer. After falling in love with Madam Yun Ping, this noble vampire, Bathory Han, lost his nobility and became a human, while also destroying the nobility of a vampire.
Later, Bathory Han pulled out his own fangs to be with Madam Yun Ping, determined to live as an ordinary person. Madam Yun Ping, on the other hand, allowed herself to be bitten by a vampire for Bathory Han, just to become a vampire like Bathory Han and be with him forever.
But fate played a trick on them and they were never able to be together.
In the past, this seemed like a tragedy caused by fate, which was heartbreaking.
And now it seems that this is the power of the protagonist's halo.
Saiman is also a vampire, but a kind one, and Mrs. Janpsa is a human. The two of them have gone through difficulties, lived happily together, and gave birth to a lovely baby.
But Madam Yunping and Bathory Han could not be together.
In the end, Bathory Han left his ribs to Madam Yun Ping, and the two separated forever.
When seeing this, Zhiyun felt very complicated.
Madam Yunping, Bathory Han, ribs...
It all seems to exist.
Zhiyun closed the book, wanting to put it down and calm herself down.
But when she closed the book and her eyes fell on the cover of the book, she discovered that the author of the book was: Rori Antoinette Usuda.
It turned out to be a book she wrote herself???
What's going on?
Zhiyun suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Han Qingrang, her eyes full of doubt, "Did I write this book...?"
"Yes." Han Qingrang responded, "You wrote it yourself."
This time he answered seriously, with no intention of hiding anything, and he wanted to let her know everything.
So I said "hmm" to confirm and told her the answer.
Zhiyun's expression was slightly dull.
She couldn't imagine that she had actually written such a book!!!
Saint Diya——the rose lady.
This is the story she wrote...
Mrs. Zhanpusha, Saiyiman, Mrs. Yunping, Bathory Han, Ribs...
All kinds of information flooded into Zhiyun's mind, intertwining and somewhat confusing, because she had not yet digested these fragments properly.
She tried to recall it carefully, but she had no memories of it in her mind, not even a single one remained.
Yes, this is her second life, not her first.
Han Qingrang raised his hand and gently rubbed her forehead, "Zhizhi, you are a brand new you now. It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not."
Zhiyun certainly understood what he meant.
The memories of one life and the memories of the second life will never overlap.
"So, when you first came to Xihua, you gave me a rib when you saw me for the first time. Is it related to Saint Diya?" Zhiyun asked him.
"related."
"Is that rib yours or mine?"
"Mine," he said.
Even though she already had the answer in her heart, Zhiyun was still stunned for a moment.
It was so easy when he said the word 'my'.
He was a healthy man, how could he have a broken rib?
"and you……"
Just as she was about to ask, he had already grasped her hand, lifted it up, and pressed it against his chest. He answered her first, telling her everything: "Zhizhi, I took it out myself. The rib represents me, but our story is perfect and has an ending. The rib also represents you, my weak spot, the only weak spot in my life. Do you understand?"
It's his rib...
It turned out to be his rib.
He said that she was his only weakness in this life.
Ever since she received the rib he gave her, Zhiyun never thought about it again, but she remembered clearly where she put it in the room.
Because she was afraid of having to return it to him, she clearly remembered to put it there and waited for him to take it back.
She had never known or imagined that it was a rib from his body. She had always thought it was from an animal, or fake...
Touching his body with her palm and feeling his body temperature, Zhiyun asked him, "Why did you remove a rib? You are hurting yourself."
"Because Zhizhi doesn't remember me, I can only do this to make Zhizhi feel that I have existed in your life, no matter when, you must remember."
“…”
He really is like a psychopath.
A super sick psychopath.
After hearing these truths, Zhiyun felt very depressed.
Because she knew nothing before, but now she knows everything at once. Even though she has a strong ability to accept things, she still needs to digest it slowly.
"So... Madam Yunping and Bathory Han are both characters in the book that I created, is that right?" Zhiyun asked hesitantly, still looking unconvinced.
"Well, that's it, Zhizhi."
After responding, Han Qingrang hugged her, resting his chin gently on her shoulder, "Zhizhi, I am Teng Qingdu, this is my name. And... Han Qingrang was born because of you. Rib, also exists because of you. Zhizhi, you and I have long been integrated."
Zhizhi, I am Teng Qingdu.
Han Qingrang was born because of you.
Ribs also exist because of you.
You and I have long since become one.
Zhiyun was indescribably shocked by his words.
Only now, at this moment... did Zhiyun realize that the name Han Qingrang was actually born because of her...
She understood, she finally understood now.
All of this, the fog and mystery, was finally cleared up and she understood it all.
"When I woke up in this life, I thought I was living in a book. In fact, I wasn't living in this book, but in the story written by Saint Diya! What I thought was a book was actually another virtual projection of the story I wrote. I knew how to take each step because I had a virtual outline of this story in my mind, which was simply projected into a virtual story..."
So that's how it is.
She finally understood.
Because she couldn't remember the story she had composed, she had a vague version of the story in her mind in her second life.
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