My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

"April 3rd is sunny. Brother Mingxuan hates me. He hates me. I feel so uncomfortable and I cried all night."

"It rained on July 12th. I gave the umbrella to brother Mingxuan, and brother Mingxuan gave it to the princess. I went home in the rain and had a high fever for three days."

"On a sunny day in August, I seemed to be pushed forward, and I wanted to resist. But when I saw Brother Mingxuan, I couldn't help but give up."

"September 22 is clear. I can hear the sounds of everything in the world. At the same time, I also know that brother Mingxuan doesn't love me."

"It rains on September 23rd. It turns out this is what it feels like to be an immortal."

The girl's thoughts were written on the wooden board. She inadvertently opened the door to practice and was gradually able to resist the force that pushed her.

Until the age of fifteen.

"It rained heavily in early March. Wow, I seem... no longer driven by fate, free. I can no longer follow Wen Mingxuan..."

After that, the Wen family was framed and everyone was executed.

"I owe him what I owe him, and I have to spend this life repaying it." After the girl finished writing, she seemed to pause for a moment.

The ink fell on the corner, leaving a thick stroke.

She added a little bit more.

"I was born and have been his puppet all my life. I am happy for him, angry for him, and feel for his joys and sorrows."

"It took me fifteen years to break free, only to find..."

"I seem to be tempted."

"Every time my heart beats, it hurts so much. It seems like something is taking root in my heart."

"My intuition tells me that if I fall in love with him, I will never recover."

"But I wanted to try it one last time."

Emperor Junhua felt that his heart was tightly grasped by a pair of hands, tightening continuously.

He could barely breathe.

"If you want to see it, if you want to look back on the past, then go ahead." Xiao Yu'er looked at it intently, with no emotion on his face.

Calm as if it wasn't her past.

Xiao Yu'er stood straight behind Emperor Junhua.

The inner thoughts of girls in those years are exposed.

When the two stood at the foot of Luoshan Village, decades had passed since they left the village.

There was an old man telling stories under the big banyan tree, and a little child was holding grandma's hand and kept asking: "Grandma, grandma, have you really seen a cultivator?"

"Have the cultivators still lived in our house?"

"Grandma Cherry, is the immortal good-looking? What does he look like?" The little girl held the old man's hand and kept shaking it.

Xiao Yu'er stood in the corner, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

This is Little Cherry's granddaughter.

Junhua takes Xiao Yuer's hand and returns to their former home.

Even if someone takes care of it, the house that has been unoccupied for decades has finally failed.

The red double happiness on the door has faded and turned white.

The walls that we worked so hard to build are now loose and about to collapse.

The roofs that had been repaired back then were all broken again.

You can see the sun and moon when you look up.

The red silk has long been turned into rags and broken into pieces.

The tables and chairs were faded but still intact.

Junhua led Xiao Yuer into the new house.

The little fish stopped outside the door.

He suddenly raised his hand to cover his heart.

Emperor Junhua's eyes were slightly painful. Back then, he had killed Xiao Yu'er who was waiting for her husband in the new house.

Zhiya pushed open the door.

On the table were fallen wine glasses and jugs, as well as a dusty dagger.

That dagger was the one Wen Mingxuan stabbed into Xiao Yuer's body.

Xiao Yu'er closed his eyes slightly.

Emperor Junhua waved his sleeves, and the room suddenly changed.

The red curtain is warm, the candles are brightly lit, and red double happiness is plastered everywhere.

"Let's go back to the past, shall we?" The moment he pulled Xiao Yu'er into the room.

The two of them put on the red wedding clothes of that year.

Back then, Xiao Yu'er's eyes were full of expectation and she was shyly waiting for her husband.

Today's Xiao Yu'er has a cold expression and no emotion.

"Xiao Yu'er, it's my fault, it's all my fault."

"I shouldn't be so arrogant in writing my destiny, and I shouldn't use my wife as a stepping stone. I shouldn't be so conceited. As a result, you have been led by your destiny as a puppet for the past fifteen years."

"I shouldn't have to uproot your love. All of this is my own fault."

"Xiao Yu'er, shall we start from the beginning?"

"Xiao Yu'er, shall we start from the beginning?"

"Can I make up for all my mistakes again?"

Emperor Junhua raised his hand crazily and gently touched her cheek.

Xiao Yu'er just closed her eyes and sat on the embroidered bed, not even wanting to look at him.

"Xiao Yu'er, you were born without any love roots. For my sake, you are willing to regenerate your love roots. You have loved me, right?"

"You are willing to regenerate your love for me. You have loved me, right?"

"Let's start over, okay?"

He looked at her humbly.

Xiao Yu'er still closed her eyes and said in a calm tone: "Did you know? When the roots of love regenerate, you will suffer heartbreaking pain every day."

"Until the roots of love break out of the ground and grow into a big tree in the sky."

"I endure pain every day..."

"That red bean is growing every day, and she is trying to love you..."

"The day you get married is when the roots of love grow."

"The moment the roots of love broke through, you pushed the knife into your heart with your own hands and uprooted it."

The red beans withered and died instantly.

"I loved you. But I was also heartbroken because of you."

"Emperor, you are a god who upholds the laws of the divine world. You understand better than anyone else that as the law of heaven, you should not have personal relationships. Now that the personal relationship is over, Emperor, you should be happy."

"This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?"

"Now, you are not Wen Mingxuan, and I am not Jiang Xiaoyu. We have all returned to our own places." Xiao Yu'er's tone was calm, without even hatred.

Emperor Junhua looked at her blankly.

"I wish you hated me."

"You hate me, at least you still have me in your heart." She didn't even hate me, just like...

Never loved.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

"Xiao Yu'er, I don't believe it." At this moment, Emperor Junhua's eyes were red, and there was a faint light flowing in his eyes.

"You still love me, right? Are you just trying to get angry with me, right?"

His inner demon has not been eliminated, and he dreams about Xiao Yu'er every day, making him unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

He allowed her to fall in love with her in a dream, and he was already possessed by love.

"Xiao Yu'er... look at me, Xiao Yu'er..." Emperor Junhua knelt down in front of Xiao Yu'er, and the two sat face to face on the bed.

He raised his hand and gently untied Xiao Yu'er's clothes.

The long skirt slowly slid down.

The smooth and delicate shoulders were exposed, as white as jade, with a hint of danger under the candlelight.

His breath fell on Xiao Yu'er's ear: "Xiao Yu'er, look at me." The voice was full of pleading, he was begging for mercy.

There was a flash of struggle in his eyes.

But Xiao Yu'er still kept his eyes closed, and his mind was soon occupied by his inner demon again.

He looked at Xiao Yu'er's face almost infatuatedly, gently stroking the cheek that made him think of being possessed.