Chapter 742

"For the Vidyadhara, hatching means shedding the memories of the past. I don't know why, but every time he reincarnates, he finds me, and then falls into a passionate love just like in the past."

Hearing Jing Zhai shook her head and said: "I originally thought such a relationship was romantic and interesting. He was once a Cloud Knight, he once divined with me, and he once wrote poems for me."

"For Xiao Cong, he has met me for the first time again now, and new feelings have sprouted... but for me, this is already the fourth time I've reunited with him."

"Is that so?!"

Hearing Hearing Jing Zhai's words, Hearing Qing Que and the others were astonished.

There was actually such a story behind this.

If Hearing Qing Que hadn't said it, they really wouldn't have known about such a secret matter.

"Short-lived lovers can promise 'till the seas run dry and the rocks crumble'... but living long enough, you only feel time gradually stripping emotions away from my life."

Hearing Jing Zhai sighed lightly and continued: "I was once crazy about love too. But now, love doesn't even cause a ripple in my heart. I don't want to deceive Xiao Cong; he'd better give up sooner."

"I see."

Hearing Hearing Jing Zhai's words, Hearing Su Shang hesitated: "Then can you tell us more about your story?"

You know, this is a story about the reincarnation of the Vidyadhara.

Beside them, Bai Lu also stared with bright eyes, clearly very interested.

"Alright."

Hearing Hearing Su Shang's words, Hearing Jing Zhai also noticed Bai Lu's gaze and nodded gently: "But there's nothing much to say."

Saying this, Hearing Jing Zhai paused and continued: "My feelings are both exclusive and complex, intense and on-and-off. Everything a short-lived species can experience in their lifetime, I haven't missed, and these all have to do with Xiao Cong's past lives."

"Every time Xiao Cong's past life was reborn, he would be jealous of the talent of his previous life. Xiao Cong was jealous of Guyu, and Guyu was jealous of a Cloud Knight."

"I think this ridiculous cycle of emotion should end..."

"I don't want to speak in absolutes, but think about short-lived species. Old couples who have been together for fifty or sixty years, even if they love each other, no longer have the vitality of their youth."

"Add a thousand-year deadline to this love, and they are just two people living together."

"Perhaps only a short life is most suitable for enjoying the sweetness of love."

Hearing Hearing Jing Zhai's words, Hearing Qing Que, Hearing Su Shang, and the others scratched their heads, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"But listening to you, Hearing Jing Zhai, Xiao Cong's situation is very unique."

Bai Lu muttered: "Logically speaking, the Vidyadhara are not like this."

"You mean that he can find me every time? I also think it's very interesting. The first time, I felt it was destined by heaven, extremely romantic. The second time, I felt it would be no problem for me to love him for another ten lifetimes."

Hearing Bai Lu's words, Hearing Jing Zhai smiled, a look of reminiscence in her eyes.

But this look of reminiscence only appeared for a few seconds before instantly disappearing.

Replacing it, Hearing Jing Zhai shook her head and said: "As for now, I'm sorry, I don't have any feelings, not even a tiny ripple."

"That's all I have to say."

"Goodbye, everyone."

As she spoke, Hearing Jing Zhai bid farewell to Lin Mo and the others, then left.

"That guy is already lying over there."

As Hearing Jing Zhai left, Hearing Su Shang also looked at Xiao Cong.

When she saw Xiao Cong's state, she had a strange expression: "Let's go take a look."

At this moment, Xiao Cong was already lying on a wooden bench nearby.

"I am so sad, sigh."

Until Hearing Su Shang and the others walked over, Xiao Cong didn't get up, but lay on his back with dull eyes, murmuring.

"Alright, now Xiao Cong has become a mushroom."

Seeing this, Bai Lu looked at the sad poet Yin Qing San beside her, then looked at Xiao Cong.

"Please let me continue to lie here in sadness."

Xiao Cong noticed the people coming, but still didn't open his eyes, sighing: "You are the sigh at the end of the world, and I am just a tiny screw."

"I am at a loss, not knowing how to mend your heart."

"Uh."

Seeing this, Bai Lu was astonished: "Alright, now he knows how to write poetry." ===== CHAPTER 743 =====