Jiang Ning has never been as helpless as he is now. Facing A Ling, who regards him as an enemy, his heart is as if someone is stabbed in with a knife and stirred hard. The piercing pain almost suffocated him.

However, facing A Ling who was emotionally excited, even though she was in pain, Jiang Ning still held back and said, "A Ling, don't be excited. If you don't want to see me, I will leave and go back to the inn now. Wait until you are in better mood tomorrow, and I'm coming to find you."

There was no movement in the room.

Jiang Ning took a deep look and staggered back to the inn.

The next day, Jiangning got up early, went to the street next door to buy paper, pen and ink, and wrote more than 3,000 words of letters.

Last night's presumption made him worried that A Ling was stimulated, so he thought about it all night and decided to chat with A Ling first by writing a letter.

In the letter, Jiang Ning explained that he often went out early and came back late some time ago to save more mountain goods to go to the city to exchange silver and buy her rouge, hoping that she could believe in herself, and also expressed her feelings and the pain of losing her to A Ling.

The words in the letter were sincere, just asking A Ling to give him a chance to meet and explain. At the end of the letter, Jiang Ning specially drew a clumsy love with cinnabar, and then found a child to help him send it over.

He believed that A Ling would agree to meet him when she saw this letter.

However, at dusk, the child came back with a letter.

"The sister said that this was not her letter and asked me to return it, but we agreed in advance that the letter would be returned, but I will not pay back the money for running errands."

Jiang Ning didn't hear the following words, and just asked: "Did you ever say it was given to her by a man named Jiang Ning?"

"I said it, but that sister still insisted on not wanting it, so I can't do anything about it." The child stuffed the letter into Jiang Ning's hand, turned around and ran out.

Looking at the letter in his hand, Jiang Ning suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

"No, I must ask clearly!" Jiang Ning decided to go there again while constantly internalizing.

Even if he dies, he will understand.

The door of A Ling's house was closed. The wooden door was originally vulnerable, but now it seemed to have become a natural barrier that blocked the two of them.

But it doesn't matter, Jiang Ning believes that he will definitely wait for her.

As the pedestrians on the road gradually returned home, Jiang Ning could no longer remember how long he had been waiting. Only the numbness and loss of his legs could make him feel a little bit back to his senses.

He stood there alone, motionless, and kept recalling every bit of his mind with A Ling.

"Hey, young man." At this time, a woman next to her suddenly shouted at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning came out of the memories and looked at the woman with a little confusion.

The woman said, "If I guess correctly, you should be the one in the mouth of Miss Aling, right?"

The person A Ling said!

Jiang Ning nodded quickly and walked to the woman and said, "Auntie, it's me, do you know A Ling, right? Can you tell me where A Ling went? Why haven't you come back yet?"

The woman sighed and said, "Young man, I know you and I know what happened between you. A Ling won't see you. She asked me to bring you a word and ask you to go back and don't bother her again. She doesn't want to see you, and there is no need to meet you."

"I also said, if you insist on not leaving, I will ask me to call Nan Kangwei to drive you away."

"She and you are no longer possible. Don't force her to hate you."

The streets were deserted at night, and the woman's words hit Jiang Ning's heart, causing him to fall to the corner of the street.

"Why..." Jiang Ning looked at the night sky and kept murmuring.

Suddenly, cold water droplets fell from a high altitude and hit Jiang Ning's cheek.

The rain was so cold, and Jiang Ning was so helpless. He no longer had the strength to hide from the rain anymore. He could only hold himself tightly in this night rain, curling up and sobbing.

Nankang City is not big, but it is also pretending to be the next person.

Since then, there has been a sloppy homeless man in the city.

This man is neither crazy nor stupid, extremely quiet. Even if he is beaten, scolded, he will not say a word. If anyone is pitiful and gives him some food, he will not even say thank you.

Gradually, no one was willing to pay attention to him.

Time passed slowly, and it was three years in a blink of an eye.

In the past three years, homeless people appeared less and less, and many people even doubted whether he died in that corner.

At this moment, Jiang Ning was lying there at the entrance of the backyard of an inn, his pupils were dissipated.

On that rainy night three years ago, Jiang Ning trapped himself in the memories of A Ling and never wanted to come out again.

It is said that deep love will not last long, and too much thought will lead to injury.

The wear and tear of the body and the wounds of the mind have slowly reached the end of Jiangning's life.

Today is his deadline.

The bird is about to die, and its singing is sad. It is only when it is on the verge of death that Jiang Ning emerges from his memories.

Just like that night three years ago, he still looked at the sky with his eyes curled up.

"If I had known that day would be our last meeting, I should have finished that meal with you."

"I refused to leave for three years. I was drifting like a lonely ghost in this Nankang City, but I never saw you on the street one day. It turns out that as long as two people don't want to meet, even in this small Nankang City, I can never see you for a lifetime."

"You said you were afraid that I don't want you, but in the end, you don't want me first. Just think that I owe you in my previous life. In the next life, I don't want to see you again, A Ling."

The leaves on both sides withered and rustled down with the wind.

In the quiet and deserted street, ragged people lay there quietly.

No one knows his name, nor does anyone know his past. In this Nankang City, he has been lonely for three years, searched for three years, suffered for three years, and suffered for three years.

Finally, on the day when the autumn wind blew, he was relieved.

"In this world, not everything needs to be a result."

"Whoever has no regrets will have regrets."

"Only by letting go of your obsessions can you transcend."

Accompanied by the sound of an old farmer's murmuring, cracks began to appear in the surrounding air. As the cracks became bigger and bigger, a crisp sound of a broken mirror sounded between the sky and the earth.

The body lying on the ground slowly emerged, and the surrounding scenery was reversed by the heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon changed.

When Jiang Ning opened his eyes, he was already in an ancient pavilion.

It turned out that as he was approaching death, he finally let go of his obsession with A Ling. It was precisely because of this that he broke the second level, the obsession mirror.

All the memories poured in like a tide. Even though they already knew it was a illusion, the scenes of the experience still made Jiang Ning feel powerless.

"The obsession mirror is really terrible. If I didn't let go, I would really die in the obsession mirror." Jiang Ning said in a fear.

After breaking through the barrier, Jiang Ning was completely awake.

He knew that he was Jiangning and a cultivator, and he wanted to use the tassel ancient tree to restore his cultivation.

"As for A Ling..." Jiang Ning raised his hand and slowly pressed it on his chest, his eyes were complicated.

Everything in the obsession mirror seems to be his real experience and will not disappear with the broken mirror. Therefore, A Ling will also stay in Jiang Ning's heart forever.

He was spitting out a long breath, and Jiang Ning was not thinking about this. He still had a lot of things to do. As for A Ling, let her sleep in the depths of her memory.
Chapter completed!