The night became cold, and the wind blew across the roof of the building, blowing Ling Han's hair.

He failed - he failed to kill Gu Lichuan, nor did he kill Xingchen. Although Ye Shen did not hold him responsible, he could hear the worry in Ye Shen's tone - what kind of person could laugh when he was dying, and he could talk and laugh with someone who was about to take his life.

"Do you have to kill him?"

Ling Han muttered to himself, as if he was asking Ye Xian, and as if he was asking himself.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look behind him. Five steps away from him, stood Li Youshu and the ghost card.

"Ling Han, what's wrong with you?" Li Youshu pursed his lips, took out his small wine jug from his pocket and handed it to Ling Han, "You won't be idle and just look far away." ”

Ling Han didn't pick up his wine jug, and he couldn't drink alcohol during the mission, Li Youshu was an exception.

"Are you still thinking about the matter of Second Miss and Gu Lichuan?" Ghost Pai squatted down and asked Ling Han. Ghost Card is a halfway monk, and she has just joined the Sanctions Mercenary Group when Ling Han has become the head of the group, in fact, she is much older than Ling Han.

Ling Han looked at the ghost card and asked, "I remember that before I met you, you were a spy, right?"

Ghost Card nodded. The so-called spy is nothing more than the use of posture, coquettishness, stealing information between banquets and bedsheets, or taking people's lives.

"Then you tell me," Ling Han licked his lips and hesitated, "I hesitated about my goal, what should I do." ”

"Haven't you encountered this before?" Ghost Pai smiled, turned her head to look into the distance, looking from the tall building, the delicacy of the whole city at a glance, she envied Yinglan, living in such a place full of life, although the lights of the night illuminated the sky over the city to lose the color of the night, replaced by a faint yellow and faint blue. But she still loved it.

Li Youshu, who was standing behind them, and the second monk was drinking his wine in confusion, not understanding the meaning of their conversation in the clouds.

"If Mr. wants me to kill someone, I'll kill it, and I never hesitated," Ling Han stood up and waved his hand, a trace of chill wafted through the air, "But this time I don't want to kill." ”

"You are afraid of killing Gu Lichuan, and Miss Yinglan will be a stranger to you from now on. Ghost Pai also stood up and bluntly pierced Ling Han's hesitation. Wearing high heels, she looks taller than Ling Han, although her figure is tall, she can't be a model - because of her big breasts, someone once praised her "Your figure is really beautiful, the sculptor will like it very much", although the words are beautiful, and the person is also chic and cute, but the man finally coveted her body and was poisoned to death on the bed by her.

"You actually like Linglan, right?" At this moment, Li Youshu's loud straight man declaration exploded and appeared behind Ling Han and the ghost brand.

"What are you talking about?" Ling Han looked at Li Youshu in a daze.

"I said," frowning and taking a sip of wine, Li Youshu said, "You actually like Yinglan—you have been inseparable since you were a child, and you have been instilled with the idea of 'protecting Yinglan' by your husband, and Yinglan must be at the top of the pyramid in your heart." You must subconsciously like Yinglan, so you are afraid that if you kill Gu Lichuan Yinglan, you will be disgusted with you. ”

Ghost Pai frowned, she didn't expect Li Youshu to speak so reasonably.

"And ah, you definitely don't want Ying Lan to marry White Crowe," Li Youshu continued, "'Then don't kill Gu Lichuan at all, he might mess up the yellow wedding'—that's what you think." ”

As if everything had been right, Ling Han did not refute it.

Li Youshu sighed and shook his head: "Ling Han, it's not your fault, it's the fault of Mr. ”

A gust of wind blew, Ling Han's hair swayed, the skirt of the ghost brand swayed, and Li Youshu's braid swayed.

But no one spoke again.

......

"It's not early," Ye Xuan said to White Crowe, looking at his watch, "I still have some things to talk about." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Hanshu and stood up.

"I'll go with you. Comprehending Ye Xun's meaning, Ye Hanshu followed. At the same time, she glanced at Ying Lan - she sat on the side without eating anything, just drinking a lot of wine with a blank face.

"This should be the first time you have met, after all, you are going to get married, get to know each other more. Glancing at Yinglan, Ye Xian said with some disappointment.

Ying Lan ignored him.

So Ye Shen and Ye Hanshu, who sighed slightly, walked out of the banquet hall.

The door of the banquet hall slowly closed, and White smiled helplessly, looking at Yinglan who was sitting on the side without saying a word.

"...... you" looked at Ying Lan, and White asked hesitantly, "Do you hate me so much?" From the moment they met, Ying Lan didn't look at him squarely.

Ying Lan shook her head and drank the wine from her glass.

"I don't hate you," Ying Lan got up and walked to the window—despite the name of the banquet hall, this room was more like an elaborate conference room, with a classical band hidden behind the wall, and a semicircular balcony that jutted out, "It's just that you appear when you shouldn't be, where you shouldn't." ”

"Because of your father?" Seeing Yinglan get up, White also stood up.

Nodding, Ying Lan looked out the window: "If we don't know each other in our lives and just meet on the street, then I'm willing to chat with you for a few words, if you speculate, you can be a close friend, if we know each other earlier, we may also be with us for life." It's a pity that you are the bondage that my father imposed on me. Shackles are not good, even if they are golden. ”

White looked at Haunting's back in embarrassment, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Aren't you angry?" Lingering turned to look at White, who seemed to be a little drunk.

White shrugged: "No, it's your right to like someone or hate someone, why should I be angry." Besides, you just don't like me, and you don't hate me, and I'm already very happy with that. ”

Ying Lan nodded.

"Do you know how to play a musical instrument?" Walking to the wall, White pressed the switch of the secret door, and because of Ye Xian's order, the band also withdrew, leaving only the instruments in the dark room.

Ying Lan walked over and looked at the instruments: "Violin." ”

"Then let's play together," White smiled and walked over to the piano, "I don't know what to say to you when we meet for the first time." With that, he sat down.

The piano sounded.

"When I'm in a bad mood, I play the piano. While playing, White turned to Yinglan and said. It can be seen that in his years, without the shackles of the name 'White Crow', he would have been an excellent pianist.

"Later, because I was always in a bad mood," White smiled happily as he looked at Ying Lan, "My piano is going to be played by me." ”

Looking at White, Ying Lan smiled bitterly and picked up the violin.

The sound of the piano sounded, and the two intertwined.

Between the silences, it was as if whispering.

What makes you sad?

Probably because of guilt, living like this.

If it's because I live like I don't like it, then I'm the same.

Don't you like who you are now?

I don't like it, because I have lost a lot because of my concessions and indecision.

What have you lost?

The melodious sound of the violin stopped.

White turned and looked at the girl—tears were streaming down the girl's face at the moment.

She shook her head, as if stubbornly trying to reject her weakness, and muttered, "What am I...... None of them are gone. ”

As she spoke, Ying Lan lowered her head and closed her eyes in pain.