Chapter 715 Each Has His Own Destination Ji Yunxie's long crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyelids slightly lifted, and he slowly opened his eyes. For a moment I was a little dazed and couldn't tell where I was. here…… It's his room. He looked around the room and saw familiar furnishings. It seemed to be his and A Yue's room. Ji Yunxie got down from the bed and stood on the ground. The cold touch made him shudder. So... those were all dreams? In his dream, he seemed to go back to 25 years ago and saw her... And that journey to another world... Falling into water, car accident, kitten...
Ji Yunhuan, the Ji family, and... Liu Jinghong... The images in my mind flashed quickly, finally stringing together into a series of truths. So...she is her, and not her. It was a dream, but not a dream. It should be said that the prince who was once the god of war and was loved by everyone was not the one now, but the young lady of the Ji family who was far away in another world. They have the same name, but due to an accident, 'she' became she. and so…… She still loved him and she had not given up on him. In the dream, he accompanied them throughout their long life until the end of his life. She cried, unwilling to see him die. He knew she was pregnant again and they had another child. But he knew... they hadn't forgotten him, and that was enough... Ji Yunxie thought that he would be here to bless them. "Squeak~" Ji Yunhuan opened the door. The sunlight was slightly dazzling, but it warmed people's hearts. "Hey, Axie, are you awake?" Di Ran appeared in the yard holding Feng Fuyun in one hand and holding his son Ji Nian in the other. He looked up with curved eyebrows and a gentle smile. Ji Yunxie, standing at the door, looked at the person approaching, with a gentle smile on his face. Yes…
He also has someone he wants to spend his life with. They will be together happily for a lifetime, forever... …… ………… A remote mountain forest A remote and quiet village, near a house at the foot of the mountain. A man carrying a backpack and holding a boy's hand walked into the yard. "Dad, mom and I are back." A man walked out of the room. He was dressed in simple blue clothes, had a fair and elegant face, a gentle temperament, and a somewhat thin body. As if he saw his lover coming back, his eyes and brows were filled with a gentle smile. "came back?" "Tired?" Ning Wuyou helped the woman take off the backpack. In the basket, besides a chicken and two rabbits, there were also some vegetables with dirt on them, which showed that they had just been picked. "Dad, I picked all these vegetables. Am I awesome?" The little boy ran to Ning Wuyou, looked at his little head, and looked at him with his bright eyes, as if waiting for his praise. Ning Wuyou smiled and squatted down, patting his son's head: "My son is awesome, today I will reward you with a big chicken drumstick." "really?" The little boy opened his eyes wide with joy, unable to stop being excited. "Oh... there are chicken legs to eat." "This child..." Ning Wuyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked up at the woman who was about to process the chickens and rabbits. As the woman had lost an arm, she was not very efficient in processing the prey. Ning Wuyou walked over: "Let me do it, you take a rest." "Need not." The woman's voice was cold and stubborn. "Okay, I've been idle at home all day. You've been working hard hunting outside, so let me do this little thing." Ning Wuyou snatched the knife from the woman's hand, took the prey and walked into the kitchen. The woman, whose knife and prey had been robbed, was stunned. She seemed to have not expected that he was getting bolder and bolder. In the past, he always spoke to her in a gentle voice and never overstepped his authority.
Looking at the man busy in the kitchen, the woman narrowed her black eyes slightly, her eyes flashing with complex light. I've never seen him like that before... In the past, he was a son of a marquisate and had never been involved in worldly affairs. Later, he became the heir of a country and had people serving him every day. He was not allowed to enter the kitchen or even touch a knife, let alone kill a chicken. When had he ever done such rough country work? (End of this chapter)