Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 80: 80: Ten Years of Cause and Effect (3)

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Seeing Zhang Yan looking at herself with a puzzled look, Ning Huanxin smiled slightly: "I found someone to borrow the key and came in. Your room is so beautiful."

"Yes, is it?"

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan's eyes flickered, as if a little embarrassed.

"As a matter of fact, this room has been like this since I can remember it. I think it is very kind. This may be my previous room, but it's a pity..."

She sighed: "Unfortunately, I have no memory. No one can tell me who I am or even... I don't even know how I died."

The past is blank, and the future is elusive, but I am just a ray of soul, a ray of soul that can never get out of a small room, and cannot communicate with anyone for ten years. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

"Have you been here for the past ten years?" Ning Huanxin couldn't help but asked distressedly.

"Yes, but..." Zhang Yan paused: "The hotel was connected to the Internet last year. I accidentally discovered that I could connect to the WeChat network of the prefecture through this network. Then I joined the WeChat group and everyone Chat, but everyone has their own place and name, only I have no name until you come here..."

Because she lives next door to Ning Huanxin and can still chat with her, Zhang Yan changed her nickname to the female ghost next door.

Ning Huan was stunned when she heard what she said. She still clearly remembers the first time she joined the WeChat group and chatted with the female ghost next door. At that time, Zhang Yan was very happy and scared. Ignore her by myself.

She has been lonely for a long time, and for a long time.

"Actually, I know you."

Ning Huanxin bit her lip lightly, walked to the bookshelf, slender hands passing over the rows of books, and finally stopped on a book.

It is the collection of poems, the collection of poems that Qin Su gave to Zhang Yan back then——

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, self-unforgettable.

Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, where are the words desolate.

"Do you often read this collection of poems?" Ning Huanxin found that this collection of poems is the easiest place to hold it as before.

"Yeah, I like it very much, but every time I see it, I want to cry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Will ghosts be sad too?"

Ghost tears and weeping blood, if it is not really sad and sad, many ghosts cannot shed tears.

"Let me tell you a story."

Ning Huanxin sat aside, slowly telling the story of ten years ago.

Zhang Yan is different from Li Yan. She is a simple girl, and she has no sins in her body, but because of the changes in the past, she has lost her memory. She can't think of herself, but she has an infinite concern for the sun. And obsession.

When Ning Huanxin slowly told the whole story, Zhang Yan's eyes kept changing. When she was listening to the story, her whole heart was floating and sinking.

At the end of hearing, Zhang Yan looked nervously at Ning Huanxin: "What happened later? Then Qin Su, how about Qin Su?"

This name makes Zhang Yan feel familiar and excited.

"He is a monk."

Ning Huanxin whispered faintly: "Actually, he didn't deliberately deceive Zhang Yan. I believe that he is sincere to her. It is a pity that good luck makes people. There are too many bad things in this world after all. It’s wrong and it’s involuntary. Not all lovers can finally get married."

Hearing what Ning Huanxin said, Zhang Yan was quiet for a moment: "Actually, Zhang Yan...is my name?"

"Yes, you are Zhang Yan."