She had locked the door and let tears fall from her eyes. She slowly walked towards a table, put the paper with words on the table, placed the candle on the candlestick, and then took down the magic spear pinned on her body, walked to the place where she usually placed it, and put it in place.

She walked towards the table again and sat down on the chair beside the table.

She took the piece of paper she had written and looked at it, and moved it to the candle flame.

Looking at the candle wick near the candlestick, she seemed to see the candle's tears again. The candle was placed very straight by her, and the candle itself was thick, so the candle tears would not flow down from the side. She knew that Wu Xunsheng's candle was also this thick, but because he didn't hold it on the table and it was crooked, the wax in the middle would flow to the side, otherwise his thick candle would not have had wax flowing to the side.

At this moment, she thought: In fact, the candle tears on the side of his thick candle will soon solidify, and the wick is different. As long as the candle is still burning, there are always tears of candles, which are close to the flame. No matter how dazzling the flame is, it brings much light and heat to the world, the candle tears will always be there, as if they are always crying for the life of the candle that has been burning from the beginning to the destruction of the candle, and the silent tears seem to be singing, singing the hymn of life and the elegy of life.

Tie Hongyan burned the piece of paper with words and thought to himself: Will the flame see the content that has appeared on the paper? Will it forget when the flame is extinguished? When the ashes of paper fall, did Zhuxie also record the content in its own singing? If the content on the paper carries feelings that cannot be erased in the world and feelings that will not disappear even if life disappears, then will Zhuxie have a little more compassion in the songs of later songs?

She knew that even if the candle did not suddenly go out in the middle of the way, it would end. She also thought: Even if everything is a dream, some people would hope to enter a dream again for various reasons after waking up. Can they still meet the person in the previous dream again? If there is really a love affair in three lives, isn’t every life actually a dream? Everything will eventually be silent?

She wiped away the tears and cleaned up the paper ashes.

She didn't rest immediately, and for some reason, she always felt that Wu Xunsheng didn't seem to go back to his own room immediately.

Her feeling was right. After she closed the door, Wu Xunsheng wrote about what was related to the time she had read Chimei in the middle.

At first, he wanted to write down his thoughts carefully, but he felt that he would have to write too many words. He thought that he had already said to Tie Hongyan in detail before, and he thought that he had told Tie Hongyan that I would not have to write more words at that time. Thinking about it, it was concise and to the point, and it felt better, so he did what he said and decided not to write so much. Because he thought that he had told her this, just like a code word, if there were three lives, when you saw you in the next two lives, I knew it was you, and he decided to write as little as possible to write it as easy as possible for her to remember. He thought that this would be beneficial to their reunion in the future. Although he was not sure if there were any future generations, he still did it as if he believed that there were three lives of love.
Chapter completed!