Life, at this moment, comes to an end.
"Xiaorou!"
Mingyuan's heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the wooden house.
The cry was filled with despair and sorrow, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart.
Mingyuan knelt beside Miao Xiaorou's bed, motionless, his tears soaking the bed board beneath him.
My mind is filled with every little detail of my time with Miao Xiaorou.
Sweetness and pain intertwined together, like sharp knives, piercing his heart.
Let’s go back to five years ago.
Mingyuan was confused and felt it was ridiculous when he found out that he actually had a fiancée.
He was a monk, so how could he marry and have children? He simply refused to get married and ran away.
I thought the matter was over, but not long after, Miao Xiaorou suddenly came to my house and asked Mingyuan to marry her.
But Mingyuan was devoted to Buddhism and did not want to be trapped by worldly love, so he refused it sternly.
But Miao Xiaorou refused to give in and kept pestering Mingyuan.
Mingyuan had no choice but to run away and hide, but Miao Xiaorou could always find him.
Later, when they were together, they found out that he had fallen into Miao Xiaorou's tracking technique.
In this way, the two of them, one fleeing and the other chasing, chased from Xizhou to Nanzhou, and then from Nanzhou back to Xizhou.
I chased her for nearly four years.
One day, Mingyuan was eating in an inn.
Miao Xiaorou sat directly opposite him, ordered two jars of wine, and poured a bowl for herself and Mingyuan respectively.
This time Mingyuan did not run away again.
"Miao, why do you insist on holding this poor monk hostage?"
Mingyuan picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
"You are my fiancé, of course I have to follow you."
Miao Xiaorou also picked up the wine bowl, drank it all, and answered with confidence.
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