The bewitching bird's entire body was like a flame, but it was actually burning itself.
Its feathers and wings were burning, and perhaps it would be gone in the end.
At that moment, Yun bixue felt as if she was surrounded by a ball of scorching flames. She felt as if she was being set on fire.
However, she was not in pain. It was as if there was a gentle breath around her.
Yun bixue gradually closed her eyes under his gentle comfort.
A lot of scenes flashed in her mind, and a lot of memories rushed into her mind.
However, Yun bixue clearly understood that these were Mei Ji's memories, and she had regained them.
She was indeed Mei Ji, Yan Shuanghua, and Yun bixue.
She also understood what had happened in the ancient times.