(Today's double change, I took a new cold medicine last night, and my head was groggy and disconnected, and I was going to take a little rest and continue, but I slept until dawn...... Uh-huh, make up for it today. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info second correction code, update in the afternoon or evening ~)

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Electricity flashed by, illuminating the girl's rain-drenched face.

Qianling looked at him blankly, her lips trembled slightly, and she slowly pulled out a smile with a slight stiffness:

"Satsuki...... What a coincidence, you, you're here......"

Black hair scattered from the sides of his fair cheeks, and he looked at her, not speaking.

Rain cats and dogs.

The forest was silent, and only the sound of the rain drowned the world.

In the heavy rain, the two men stood opposite each other, but they were silent.

The chestnut hair was soaked in heavy rain, and the icy rain flowed down the hair strands and trickled down the neck, cold to the point of numbness.

Feeling the always quiet gaze, Qianling slowly clenched her hands, lowered her head a little weakly, and didn't dare to look at him:

"If it's okay, I'll go first......"

The sound of rain was pouring in my ears, and no one answered.

As always, there was silence.

The white tunic was soaked in rain and mixed with a few dappled muddy waters, clinging between her legs.

She lowered her head, hesitated, but slowly walked past him.

The scattered black hair was like a cascading waterfall, waist-length, and strands were blowing up with the wind, smudging a hazy mist.

Rain lines.

He stood still, motionless.

The thin figure was submerged in the rainstorm, revealing a bit of gloom and thinness.

The rain was dripping.

The cold voice sounded low from the rainstorm, and it was not clear:

"What did he do on the execution table...... Did you forget?"

But it has never been so cold and frozen, into the throat, soaked in the bones.

With a trembling footstep, Qianling slowly stopped her steps, her lips trembled slightly, and her cheeks gradually turned pale.

The chestnut hair was soaked with rain and clung to her cheeks and neck, and she lowered her head, and the soaked strands of hair fell down and covered her face.

The hand clenched little by little.

Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor:

"Mirror...... I don't know. At that time, he didn't know me and didn't know what was going on...... He was just doing his duty as a executioner to deal with a prisoner who deserved death......"

"I made my own mistake and deserves to be punished...... Don't blame him. ”

The rain was pouring down, and the sound of rain was dripping.

Dark clouds piled up over the forest, lightning shuttled, and thunder rolled down!

Two people stood with their backs to each other in the heavy rain.

Long.

"Wrong...... you?"

The black hair was scattered around his waist, faintly soaked by the rain.

He stood there, not looking back, his back submerged in the heavy rain, like a thin and fragile magnolia tree in the wind and rain.

"You also think...... Is that wrong?"

A little sad, a little self-deprecating.

Qianling was stunned, and something in her chest suddenly tightened, as if she was being held tightly, and it was gradually difficult to breathe.

"Satsuki ......" had a low voice with hoarseness.

She turned slowly, looking at the figure she had ever known.

The rain was pouring down, and his trembling eyelashes were covered with rain, and he couldn't see his back clearly.

The black hair was wet and lay on his pale cheeks, and he slowly turned around and looked at her, his voice was soft, like a transparent dandelion blown by the wind:

"You like him?"

The tone of the statement seemed to calmly state a fact.

Qianling stared at him blankly, her chestnut hair soaked with rain and clinging to her cheeks.

His lips trembled, and he looked into his eyes, but he couldn't make a sound.

The black hair was soaked in the rain and lay on the side of his cheek. He stared at her face, his gaze quiet, as ever. Only this time it was so profound, as if it wanted to imprint that outline deep into the deepest corners of my heart......

His eyes trembled slightly, gradually revealing a bit of bitterness.

The long, thin black eyelashes are stained with transparent raindrops and slowly fall.

His robe fluttered, and he turned away, the wind ruffling his long black hair and raindrops.

Originally......

He has always been annoyed and annoyed, and he has always been alone.

She has long forgiven, forgiven, even if she once cut off her most important wings with her own hands, that person is still the light in her heart, illuminating places that others will never touch.

And he is still angry and angry about her lost wings......

From start to finish, it was just a mistake.

A mistake that I had no choice from the beginning, but I didn't have time to erase it from my memory.

The heart trembled in his chest, and with a cry, a convulsive pain, blood spilled out.

The rain was pouring down, the rain line was all over the sky, and the sky was weeping.

Qianling stood in place, staring blankly at the back of the young man and drifting away in the heavy rain.

The heart suddenly trembled violently, as if it had penetrated a sharp cone, and hot blood leaked out and spread silently.

His lips trembled, and he wanted to call out the name, but he couldn't pronounce it.

The body has reacted faster.

She staggered forward, reaching out and clutching his sleeve robe.

His footsteps trembled slightly, and he stopped, his black hair scattered down his waist, and his wet hair was blown up by the wind.

"Satsuki, I'm ......" The low voice was hoarse, and it came from a close distance behind itself.

He stood there quietly, his long hair brushing lightly, without looking back.

Qianling stood behind him, trembling fingers, clutching his sleeve robe tightly.

Her chestnut hair was soaked in rain and clung to her cheeks, and she lowered her head, her lips quivering, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

just clutched his sleeve robe tightly, not daring to let go.

The rain was pouring down, and the pitch-black canopy was swaying in the wind and rain.

Qing Yu stood on the forest canopy in the distance, staring at the two people in the forest, thoughtfully, the black wings behind him retracted lightly, and no longer approached.

The red pupils were scorching, and one after another, the black-clothed demon guards' membrane wings stretched out and silently landed on the canopy of the surrounding trees, and a fire shimmered in the twilight.

"Don't go over. Feeling a series of puzzled eyes, she stared at the two figures in the sky below the forest, and slowly shook her head.

As if sensing something suddenly, Qianling paused, raised her head in surprise, and looked at the large scarlet eyes that were as bright as stars in the sky above the forest...... His eyes twitched.

Panic and anxiety instantly entangled in my heart and lingered.

I forgot what I was trying to say.

The hand clutching his sleeve became tighter and tighter, and she looked up at his back, and her low voice was full of anxiety:

"Satsuki...... Satsuki, you let go of the mirror, he, he'll leave right away, he'll leave right away! He won't pose a threat to the Demon Clan! I promise!"

The hoarse and anxious voice, with a pleading, repeatedly.

He stood in the heavy rain, his black hair soaked, and his thin figure was as quiet as a withered epiphany in the early morning sun, losing his temperature and color.

The clenched sleeve robe detached from her hand.

He walked forward, a pair of black wings behind him slowly unfurled, and in an instant, they had dissipated like a breeze on the forest canopy.

The twilight was heavy and the rain was pouring down.

Qing Yu stood on the pitch-black canopy, looking at the black figure that quietly dissipated in the torrential rain...... sighed vaguely and slowly lowered his eyelids:

"Retreat. ”

The demon guards around were stunned, looked at each other, and glanced at the forest below with some reluctance, their wings relaxed, and hundreds of shadows silently swept away from the pitch-black canopy.

The rain was pouring down, and the forest was silent.

Qianling stood in the middle of a chaotic and dim forest, her hair and skirt drenched by the rain.

The sound of snakes and vines still climbing from all over the forest.

She just stood there, staring up at the forest.

Heavy rain.

Blurred vision, unable to see the vanished figure.

Hot temperature, dripping from the chin.

The hand slowly stroked the cheek, and the warm temperature touched by the fingertips...... Bitter and pathetic.

She was slightly stunned, slowly lowered her head, stared blankly at the warm wetness of her fingertips, and there were still tears rolling down her eyes one after another, but she didn't realize it.

Odd......

Why...... Do you want to cry?