As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, how could Bei Ling know that it was her unreserved that attracted Zhuo Zihan's attention. If Zhuo Zihan first took the initiative to approach her because of Zhuo Yan - he couldn't get used to Zhuo Yan's satisfaction, so he liked to get involved in everything, but he didn't want to stumble one day, it felt like he was stuck in a swamp, and there was no room for struggle.

The time in the base always leaves quietly unconsciously, there is only training day after day and tasks again and again, and unfortunately, Bei Ling will be assigned to a group with Zhuo Zihan Zhuo Yanzhuo every time, and the more cooperation and the more familiarity I have. The young girl's youthful ignorance is like a love that quietly sprouts unconsciously, maybe Zhuo Zihan didn't realize that at a certain moment, Bei Ling's shadow had been deeply seared into his heart, but he didn't know when it started...

Maybe she didn't hesitate to risk being punished by the instructor for Zhuo Yan's sake, maybe he saw with his own eyes the painful appearance of his father who didn't give her medicine to punish her, he was so painful but he still refused to beg for mercy, so strong that people felt distressed, and people wanted to protect him desperately; or when they went out on a mission, they were separated from Zhuo Yan's brothers and sisters and were trapped on a cliff in the heavy rain, and she saved him who was injured, maybe the fluctuating eyes at that time were the beginning of his heartbeat; or maybe she left Zhuo Yan to receive the punishment herself in order to prevent Zhuo Yan from being punished by her father, and in the family ring room was the cry of pain that she desperately suppressed, maybe he was distressed at that moment, but he didn't take it seriously at the time, but now the pain in his heart is so clear, how can he ignore it?

That day, that night was the same as the night when they first met, the sky was as dark as a bottomless pit, and the pouring rain could no longer wash away the smell of blood, but made a gurgling river of blood...

In the dense deep forest, the rain washed Bei Ling's thin figure to the fullest, and his weak appearance seemed to fall into the blood river at his feet in the next second, but in the eyes of the opposite person, he could not see half pity and distress, and the deep black eyes were permeated with inexplicably frightening coldness and ruthlessness, just like Bei Ling's appearance when he first saw him, the young man standing in a pool of blood, and now the young man is surrounded by blood again, but the difference from the beginning is - At the beginning, the pool of blood was killed by him alone, but now the pool of blood under his feet is all due to Beiling...

Bei Ling slowly turned her stiff neck, her sloppy gaze slowly focused in a blood red, she could finally see what she was holding in her hand, there was a temperature that would beat, not the heart, what was it? The rain washed over and over again and took away a piece of blood, but the heartbeat that was still beating immediately oozed a new bright red, washing, oozing, over and over again, over and over again, as if time was frozen only on the two people standing on the pool of blood and confronting each other...

They had been in the same position for a long, long time, but no one had moved, the frozen atmosphere was as unreal as a dream, and Bei Ling thought the same, how could this be true? How could it be?... However, if it wasn't true, why did she feel so cold, why did she feel so painful and empty, as if something was quietly passing through her life and never coming back... She was afraid that she would be flustered but she couldn't show anything, she would rather time stay at this moment forever than take it a little further, she was afraid, she was afraid that it was an unknown that she couldn't bear, so even if it was washed by the rain over and over again, even if she was clear and didn't want to make any further moves, she was afraid of hearing Zhuo Yan's questioning, she didn't know, she didn't know anything, but the facts she saw in front of her were so dazzling there, what should she do?

The scattered gaze focused, and he could clearly see the blood and red on the ground, as well as the dead corpse of the beautiful woman on the ground... How much Bei Ling wished she was dreaming now, or that she was blind at the moment, why, why did she let her see all this with her own eyes? She didn't dare to look up, she didn't dare to look at Zhuo Yan's gaze, but she should come back, finally, the two faced each other all night in the rainy night, and when the sky was about to dawn, Zhuo Yan moved, but his steps were heavier and more depressed than ever before, step by step, as if walking on Bei Ling's heartstrings, as if it would be broken in the next moment...

The young man stopped beside the beautiful woman's almost pale corpse, he slowly reached out and touched the outline of her face, and then his gaze slowly moved downward, the clothes on her chest were torn, and the corresponding place of the hole was a hollow blood red, where it should have been a beating heart, but now it was held in the girl's hand, and the blood red on her foot fell from her tool to commit the crime? The blood red on the knife body returned to its original appearance after a night of rain, and stabbed into Zhuo Yan's heart brightly.

The girl stood in front of Zhuo Yan, holding the heart that could no longer bleed for a whole night, and she didn't move at all, if it weren't for the fact that the wound on her arm would still bleed, he would almost mistake her for a sculpture... It would be nice if it was a sculpture, so that he would have enough reason to defend her, saying that she didn't do all this, but it was a pity that fate made people.

Zhuo Yan looked at the corpse in front of him, which was completely cold, and felt very unreal, obviously he saw with his own eyes that he was currently sick and dead, and even had a funeral, why did she appear again after ten years? Why? And he didn't even have time to talk to her, but she left him again, this time it really won't come back... Sadness and resentment filled her chest, almost suppressed to make people breathless, how much Zhuo Yan hoped at this moment, hoping that this person had died ten years ago, at least she had died peacefully, but now why did she reappear and leave him again in such a cruel way, such a cold and rainy night, she couldn't even have a whole corpse, why, why was it so cruel? How he wished he hadn't seen all this, but now that he had seen it all, how could he deceive himself to forget all this?

That terrible shout lingered in Zhuo Yan's mind for a long time, and he couldn't disperse, if it weren't for that familiar title, how could Zhuo Yan break through the encirclement so quickly and run here so quickly, but unfortunately he was still a step late, and when he came, he saw that his mother had fallen in a pool of blood, and the way she looked at him he couldn't forget it for the rest of his life, That kind of unwillingness is even deeper than the obsession of a ghost.

After a long, long time, he finally raised his hand and closed her eyes, and slowly stood up, casting a large shadow over Bei Ling's body, so depressed that people couldn't breathe, but he couldn't find the strength to escape, "Why?"

His voice was cold like she had never heard before, without a trace of emotion or warmth, as if he was just giving an ultimatum to a death criminal.

The tears of the embankment finally collapsed, Bei Ling threw away the things in her hand in horror, and took a few steps back in a panic, except for shaking her head, she could no longer find any words to defend herself, and she was not even qualified to say the words 'not me'. If it was usual, when Zhuo Yan asked this question, she could answer 'not me' very calmly, and Zhuo Yan only needed to get her reply, as long as she said no, he would definitely choose to believe her, but now it was really her, what should she do?

Big silent tears fell, and Bei Lingduo wanted to shout, it wasn't her, it wasn't her! How could it be her? How could she do anything to hurt Zhuo Yan! She loved him so much! She loved him so much that she couldn't even get rid of her hatred! She could even live up to her favorite grandfather, live up to his expectations, and want to be with him without hesitation, but, why, why is this happening! It shouldn't be like this!

She didn't kill her, how could she have killed Zhuo Yan's mother?

But... How can she explain everything in front of her? How will she explain Zhuo Yan to believe her, and she will believe in herself?

She couldn't find the words, and because she couldn't even convince herself, how could she convince Zhuo Yan?

"Why?" Zhuo Yan stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders to force her to face herself and not retreat, her horror and her helplessness in his eyes, but the facts were in front of him, he couldn't regulate himself anymore, he needed her explanation. Bei Ling didn't speak, but her small body was trembling, and the tears on her face stinged Zhuo Yan's eyes even more, he was afraid of her silence, her silent silence was undoubtedly a death sentence for him and her... He asked her to explain, he wanted to hear her explain, as long as she said that it was not her, he would believe her without hesitation, even if the blood in front of him could not be concealed, he would still believe her, but now she didn't even want to explain, what should he do?

"Why? you speak!" Zhuo Yan's always quiet voice was mixed with panic and trembling that he had never felt before, "You speak! It's not you, right?" as long as you..."

"It's me!" she knew what he was going to say, but she couldn't lie to him, she couldn't be cruel enough to let him be with her mother-killing enemy every day, she couldn't fool him, let alone herself, from the time she decided to go under the knife, there was no way back between them, it was she who cut off all possibilities between them with her own hands.

All the bloody scenes came as clearly as the reflection of time at this moment, and Bei Ling couldn't forget how she guided Zhuo Yan's mother here step by step, and she couldn't forget how cruel she was to take her heart, although she was injected with hallucinogens at that time, but she also managed to erase the fact that all this was done by her own hands, "I'm sorry." "What else could she say? At this moment, no matter how much language was weak, all pale, what else could she do? She wasn't even qualified to kneel and beg for forgiveness...

If she wasn't destined to be together, she wanted to hug him again before leaving, but she... Bei Ling looked down at her trembling hands, but what qualifications did she have? With these hands stained with her mother's blood, she was more qualified than anyone else.