By the time we arrived at the treehouse, the sky had already darkened. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Black-purple clouds floated at the end of the sky, from boiling to cooling.

Qianling stood on the branch of the ancient tree, looking at the soft and warm tree house bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun in front of her, and lingered, not stepping forward for a long time.

Xiao Jiu fanned his wings, squatted down on the branch, and lazily licked his paws.

As the sun sets, the little silver bell spins under the window, making a light sound.

Like a distant call.

Will be ...... Is it here?

She looked at the familiar treehouse in front of her, the familiar pale blue hyacinth, and the familiar silver bell......

Take a slow step and walk forward.

The door was hidden, and a narrow slit was open.

The golden red light of the setting sun poured in from the narrow slit, reflecting a few spots of blood on the ground.

Qianling stared blankly at the bloodstains, and then slowly raised her head to look at the wooden door in front of her, her eyes trembled slightly, and she stood in place for a while and couldn't take a step.

Half a day.

The trembling hand lifted up little by little, and pushed the door open—

The golden-brown pine cones on the door swayed softly.

The dusk is sinking and is almost extinguished.

The wooden door opened, and the bright and warm light poured in from outside, but the room was still dim.

Only the window was filled with dim light, outlining the hazy outline of the youth.

Qianling looked at him blankly, tears surged in an instant, her lips trembled before she made a sound, and her body had already taken the first step.

"Satsuki-" The voice was hoarse and mournful, but ecstatic.

Chaotic light, blurred vision.

The figure ran from the dim light of the doorway, stumbling without hesitation.

The shadow fell, and a pair of hands carried him from the cold ground into his arms.

"Satsuki ......!"

Qianling's legs were weak and almost fell to her knees, trembling and holding the pale and weak young man on the ground into her arms, looking at the blood stains on his face, her eyes trembled, and more and more surging tears poured out:

"Satsuki...... Satsuki ......"

She cried and hugged his weak body, a hoarse and shriveled cry that mingled with sorrow and joy.

"Why did you get here...... Stupid Satsuki ...... Why do you run around when you have an injury...... Woohoo......"

OK......

Good thing I found you, good thing you're really here......

What should I do if I can't find you here......

Qianling cried hoarsely and happily, holding the person in her arms tightly with both hands, her wet cheeks pressed against his somewhat hot forehead, and the surging tears slid down, staining the young man's pale cheeks bit by bit.

Warm and lingering, with a familiar hint of mint between the noses......

The thin and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the clear red eyes were dark in blood, faintly revealing a bright silver color.

He looked at the person close in front of him, tears falling down his cheeks, bitter and cool.

"Satsuki ......"

Seeing him open his eyes and look at her, Qianling paused, cried and laughed, and gently touched his face with a trembling hand: "......Are you awake?"

The eyelashes fluttered lightly and slowly drooped, and pale cheeks sprinkled with faint shadows.

He lowered his eyelashes slowly, avoiding her gaze.

The pale and slender fingers were stained with blood, and he slowly grasped her wrist.

Removed his hand.

Qianling watched as he removed her hand, the smile on her tearful face stiffened slightly, and her lips trembled without making a sound.

"Go out ......" The low voice was weak, but the words were unusually clear.

Qianling looked at his face blankly, her nose was sour again, and her hoarse voice was mixed with crying: "Xiaoyue......"

"Get out!" the cold, distant voice was close at hand.

Qianling stared at him blankly, her lips trembled, and hot tears slid down her cheeks.

Black hair scattered on the side of her pale cheeks, Lan Yue lay in her arms dying, slowly raised her eyes to look at her, a pair of blood-colored eyes froze with ice, and her hoarse and weak voice revealed a hint of mockery:

"Here you go...... What are you ...... for? If you want to see me die...... That's a pity...... Disappointed you......"

"No, no! no...... Satsuki ......" Qianling cried and hugged him tightly, her wet cheeks pressed against his face, and her hoarse voice was close to her ears, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Moon...... Sorry ......"

I'd rather have that knife stabbed in myself.

Now it hurts even more than stabbing yourself.

The sunset was like blood, and the dim and hazy light shrouded the treehouse window.

The girl cried and hugged the weak boy in her arms, muttering apologies, tears dripping down his hair and clothes.

"Let it go...... Open...... Let go of my ......!" his long black hair was scattered on the ground, his robe was stained with mottled blood, and he struggled in her arms, his voice hoarse, "Qianling, I said it...... Don't come back if you're gone......!"

Qianling cried and hugged him tightly, letting the person in her arms struggle to push her away, but he still hugged and struggled and refused to let go.

"I'm sorry...... Woowoo...... Satsuki, I'm sorry...... How can you forgive me......"

Pale fingers grasped her shirt, trembling slightly, unable to let go.

He lowered his head and slowly curled up in her arms, his brows furrowed, his bloodstained hands clutched tightly on his chest, a faint low groan of pain in his mouth, and a thick blood color emerged, staining his pale lips red.

"Xiao Yue......" Qianling stared blankly at him and collapsed in her arms, trembling and holding his face, and her frightened and hoarse voice revealed a cry, "Xiao Yue! Xiao Yue—how are you......!"

When her eyes touched his painful hand clutching her chest, she froze, her eyes trembling.

That's right......

Is it hurt......

The wounds on his body have not yet recovered ......!

"Satsuki, Satsuki...... Don't be afraid, bandage the wound...... When the bleeding stops, it won't hurt...... Don't be afraid ......"

Qianling trembled and untied the blood-stained shirt on his chest, tears rolling down one after another, and his mouth was hoarse and trembling.

Feeling a pair of trembling hands reach over to untie his clothes, Lan Yue struggled to push her away, staggered to her feet, and tried to walk towards the door of the treehouse, but before she could take two steps, she staggered and fell.

"Satsuki-!!"

Qianling cried and rushed forward to catch his fallen body!

Holding the pale and weak person in her arms tightly and falling to the ground, she slowly reached out and stroked his face, tears splashed down his cheeks, and her voice was hoarse and intermittent:

"Satsuki...... It's okay if you hate me, it's okay if you don't forgive me...... But...... Don't treat yourself like that, okay...... Let me bandage your wounds, you can lose your temper as much as you want......"

Don't punish me like that......

The eyelashes flutter and slowly lift.

He was like a torn puppet and collapsed weakly in her arms, his black hair was scattered, his cheeks were as white as paper, his mouth was panting low, his blood-colored eyes looked at the person in front of him, and his hoarse voice was word by word:

"I don't need you to pity me...... Get lost...... Qianling, you get out of ......!"

The hoarse voice was sad and desperate, as if it were stained with blood.

Maroon hair hung down, stained with tears, clinging to her cheeks.

She stared at him blankly, the cold look of those familiar eyes, the hoarse sadness of the familiar voice......

"Okay, I'll get out...... I'll get out. ”

She cried and nodded, gently hugged him tightly, her cheek gently pressed against the soft and cool black hair on the side of his cheek, and her mournful voice was full of pleading crying:

"I've bandaged your wounds, and I'm going to get out of ...... Is it good to ......" (To be continued.) )