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Lan Yue lay on the wooden bed by the window, bathed in the thin morning light. The long hair was scattered between the pillows, flowing down the snow-white futon into a black waterfall.

"That'...... Brother, Lan Feng retired. ”

Lan Feng looked at him, and his voice was very soft:

"When I'm done dealing with the bottom of the valley, I'll come and see you. ”

The person in the bed still didn't respond.

Lan Feng slowly bowed his head and turned to leave.

Several doctors on the side saluted the young man on the bed one by one, and left behind him with the medicine box.

The robe flickered, and the silver-white mandala pattern shone with a slight silver light.

Footsteps suddenly stopped.

As if stepping on something, Lan Feng paused, and looked down at his feet.

A tattered scarf.

Warm yellow,

Like spring flowers blooming in March.

"Scarf ......?"

He frowned, his white fingers casually raised.

Invisible ripples opened, and the scarf appeared in his hand in a blink of an eye.

He looked at the scarf in his hand and frowned.

How could such a thing end up here?

"Give it to me. "A weak voice, revealing coldness.

Lan Feng was stunned, and turned to look at the window in some surprise.

The morning light was thin, shining on the snow-white bedding.

Lan Yue was lying in the futon, and at some point turned her face sideways, looking at him fixedly, without blinking.

Lan Feng looked at him a little blankly, slowly followed his gaze to his hand, and froze.

"Brother...... This scarf, is it yours?" the voice was full of surprise and confusion.

Lan Yue lay in the futon, did not speak, and her blood-colored eyes always looked at the scarf in his hand persistently.

Lan Feng hesitated for a moment, and walked over with a scarf:

"I remember...... Brother, you didn't have the habit of wearing a scarf before?"

"Moreover, this scarf is too torn," he looked at the ragged and tattered scarf in his hand, and looked at the person in front of him with a serious expression, "If my brother likes scarves, I will go back to the bottom and ask people to make a new ......."

A long, fair-skinned hand reached out from the futon, took the scarf, and withdrew it.

Before the words fell, his hands were empty.

Lan Feng was stunned, watching him almost "snatch" the scarf from his hand without waiting for a moment, like a cat protecting food dragging the ball of yarn into the quilt...... Standing on the edge of the bed froze.

Several doctors next to him also held the medicine box and pestle in place, looking at each other.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little weird and awkward.

The dark purple hair blew with the morning breeze, and the gray fox fur was faint and shiny.

Lan Feng looked at the person on the bed, slowly lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes revealed a little understanding.

That kind of rough workmanship can still make my brother's baby like this......

You can guess who knitted it.

There was a voice sighing in my heart.

Even if the knife is stabbed in the heart, you still ...... her

With a flick of his robe, he sighed and turned to leave.

…… That's fine.

Anyway, from now on, she can't endanger you anymore.

The morning sun gradually rose, staining the window lattice.

The treehouse was quiet, with silver bells swirling gently under the windows and white curtains blowing in the morning breeze.

Lan Yue was lying between the futons, her black hair scattered, and her pale cheeks were showing weakness.

In the morning when the snow melts, even if it is bathed in the thin morning light, it is still cold to the bone.

Feeling the footsteps fade away, the wooden door closes with a soft sound.

He looked down at the scarf in his arms and slowly buried his cheek in it...... Close your eyes.

At dusk, light snow began to fall one after another.

Despite the shelter of the canopy of the sacred tree, there were still sporadic small snowflakes that sneaked in and swirled to the bottom of the valley.

The brightly lit streets twirl and dance, and the excited crowd laughs and talks, like a white carnival.

The lanterns of the Gorgeous Manzhu Sahua are hung in a row under the eaves.

The white lampshade is as clear as snow, and the manzhu shahua is like cinnabar. The warm fire light reflects the scattered small snowflakes, warm and lively.

Qianling sat on the edge of the bed, holding a package in her arms, and was tidying up.

Two light clothes brought from the Yinfeng River Valley, a thicker winter coat, and a cotton blanket were packed...... Suddenly I couldn't think of anything else to bring.

She sat on the bed and looked at the cupboard, and then at the bed, at the bouquet of flowers, at the glass bottle.

None of this is hers.

There is nothing for her here.

She sat there in a daze, and suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she sat in the brightly lit square and read a book, and when she was tired of reading, she would sleep on a chair with a blanket.

It's like this again.

She sat there rubbing her eyes and sniffling again.

But that's okay...... With fewer things and fewer worries, the steps will be brisker.

It's like my grandfather told her when I was a child......

For those who are suffering, "life" is the most loyal partner.

You can do without anything, as long as your life is still there, and you can live your life in one breath.

As if remembering something, Qianling stood up and opened the drawer at the head of the bed and took out a few small medicine bottles.

This is what Lisan left for her, bruised, burned...... An indispensable medicine for a confused and desperate person who has to live on his own.

She held a few small medicine bottles in her hand, her heart sour and longing.

Lisan ......

Did you anticipate that I would be so in need of them today......?

Slowly put the vial into the package and tie it.

She raised her head, took a deep breath, and clenched her fists.

later

I'm going to work on my own again.

Come on! Qianling! As long as life is still there, we will definitely find a way out!

When her eyes suddenly touched the Manju Sawa lantern hanging outside the window, she was stunned, her clenched fists loosened a little, and her whole person fell down like a leaky balloon.

Moon......

His lips trembled, and he muttered the name.

Are you ...... now? How's it going?

Have you taken medicine obediently and rested ......?

Will there be a sudden fever at night?

The wound is not ...... Feeling a little better, too?

……

……

"Since you know that you are responsible for your brother's injury, you should understand ......"

"He sees how upset you are. ”

……

……

"I'll take care of my brother. When his injuries heal, everything is as usual, and it has nothing to do with you. You just have to understand one thing......"

"You're here, and it's not going to do him any good, it's just hurting. ”

……

……

Suddenly remembering Lan Feng's words, Qianling stood there holding the package, shivering with cold.

I know it......

Whether it's Satsuki or the Demon Clan...... The moment her knife stabbed him in the chest, everything was irreparable.

I know it......

He is the most important leader of the Demon Clan, and he is the one who will do everything to resurrect the Demon Clan......

I know it......

This is his home, his brother and his people are here, they care about him and love him, and they will take good care of him......

But I couldn't restrain the anxiety and uneasiness in my heart, and I wanted to see it with my own eyes, to see it, to confirm it......

Confirm how well you are now. (To be continued.) )