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A man in a black shirt entered the Qinglian Pavilion in the dust, he gently pushed the door open, and walked into Yao Muxue's boudoir.

The person on the bed had already fallen asleep, and with a touch of worry on his quiet sleeping face, it seemed that he had fallen into a sad dream, and it was difficult to wake up.

Mo Yun Kaiyu stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face, and the shallow temperature came from his fingertips.

He pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, forgetting that at this moment, he was also covered with exhaustion and scars.

She suddenly woke up from her dream, and she could only watch the place where blood and water were intertwined in the dream, Brother Yun slowly walked into the bottomless abyss, but she was helpless......

Despite her heart-rending cries and running as hard as she could, she couldn't keep up with him until he slowly disappeared from sight.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the person in the dream in front of me in the dim candlelight.

She saw that he was smiling slightly to herself at this time, and he didn't have the coldness he used to have, and his face was so soft at this time.

"Brother Yun...."She threw herself into his arms, she was crying, but she was also laughing.

She finally saw him, and to see him at the end, her heart and mind were able to get her wish.

The young man in white waited quietly outside the door, he still held a bowl of soup and medicine in his hand, and in the misty heat, a faint silver light floated on the surface, like a layer of beautiful ice crystals.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally knocked on the door, although at this moment, he was not suitable to go in and disturb, but the patient could not wait......

The footsteps in the house were near, and it was Mo Yunkai who came to open the door.

"Her medicine is ready." Leng Xiangfan said with a shallow smile, but the smile on his face unconsciously faded a lot.

He bypassed Mo Yunkai directly, handed the bowl of soup medicine to Yao Muxue, and then quietly retreated again.

He glanced at the child lying in the corner of the wall, and the little boy was in a deep stupor.

Leng Xiangfan shook his head and sighed heavily in his heart......

There are no two life-saving pills in the world, saving one is equivalent to killing one.

This is probably the greatest sorrow of his career as a doctor......

In this world, if someone lives, someone will die.

Go to sleep.

Sleep through tonight without pain, you will no longer be in pain, leave this fratricidal troubled world, and vote for a good family in the next life......

In his heart, he said to the little boy.

In the Qinglian Pavilion, Yao Muxue picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip lightly, but put it down again.

"Brother Yun, you have suffered a lot of injuries." She frowned, and only then could she see clearly that the clothes on Mo Yunkai's body had been torn in many places, and there were still blood stains on them.

"I'm fine." He was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said to her.

"Brother Yun will go to heal first, Mu Xue will go to see you tomorrow when she gets better, okay?" She smiled sweetly at him, like a spoiled child, begging him to get out quickly.

"Okay."

He agreed. I just turned around and stepped out of the door with some nostalgia, and turned back to close the door gently.

She listened to the footsteps disappear outside the house, and then got up and got out of bed. Her body became weaker and weaker, and she was a little out of breath when she went to the ground.

She came to the bedside of Wuyu, and by the faint candle flame, she saw that the breath of the little boy was already so weak that it could not be heard.

She poured the bowl of decoction into the young man's mouth little by little without the slightest hesitation.

"Wuyou, do you know, I really want to live, but I also know that even if I live now, I can only save my life, and Brother Yun doesn't need to be wasted......

I love him a lot, but because of that, I hate dragging him down even more.

I don't know if you will resent my actions in the future, but I have no choice but to let you live.

I want you to stay with him for me. Whether it's hatred or love, as long as you can help him and give him a reason to live, it's enough......" She muttered to herself as she leaned her back against the wall to the sleeping boy next to her.

She looked at the ethereal and dark rooftop, the light in her eyes was a little dim, but it was extremely determined.

Early the next morning, the boy suddenly woke up from his stupor.

The hot breath in his chest kept wandering, he jumped off the bed in pain, saw the tea on the table, and drank it in one go, and suddenly felt a touch of coldness slip through his heart, and then he felt a little more comfortable in his body.

At this time, there was a faint sound in the back room, and she remembered that it was the sister who saved him.

The young man pushed open the door, and a faint smell of blood came to his face, only to see Yao Muxue holding on to the edge of the bed in pain, a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his lips.

"Sister!" Wuyou ran over, anxiously helping the weak body, but didn't know what to do.

Yao Muxue reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled at the young man, "Wuyou, you're really fine, it's so good......"

"Sister, why are you doing this, you give me the medicine, you will die......" the little boy choked up. He was not stupid, and when he saw himself jumping around like this, he guessed the general reason.

After Leng Xiangfan and Mo Yunkai received the maid's report, they rushed over anxiously. But I only saw Yao Muxue, who was originally thin, and her face was even more haggard.

Mo Yunkai stepped forward and took Yao Muxue in his arms, took her hand, and probed her pulse.

"What's going on!" Mo Yunkai said angrily, he felt that Mu Xue's pulse was disappearing little by little, weakening little by little.

Leng Xiangfan was silent, his gaze fell on the little boy on the side, no need to ask, he also knew what the reason was.

"Ask herself, she gave the boy all the medicine....." he said.

The boy who was originally dying, but now he is standing here alive, what else can it be.

"Mu Xue, what are you doing here?" Mo Yunkai looked at Yao Muxue, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his originally indifferent eyes were full of panic and uneasiness.

She shook her head, "I know my own body, even if I take that life-saving elixir, it is just a continuation of life." Brother Yun... Mu Xue, don't be a burden to you......"

"Don't talk stupid, when have you dragged me down." His eyes were full of anxiety and anger.

He suddenly turned his gaze to the helpless young man, his eyes fierce.

"Since you ate the snow kite, then I will kill you and use your blood to make medicine for Mu Xue....." As soon as he finished speaking, his hand had already grabbed the young man's neck. Before Wuyou could react, he felt a suffocating pain coming, and his pale little face began to turn from red to purple.....

"Brother Yun stop, I voluntarily exchanged my life for him, what do you have to do with him, why do you have to embarrass a child!!" Yao Muxue jumped out of bed and fell weakly into his arms.

Mo Yunkai slowly let go of his hand, and his sunken eyes were filled with a lot of emotions, so complicated.

Seeing this, Leng Xiangfan only took a step forward and silently hid Wu Yu behind him.

"Brother Yun, Mu Xue doesn't have much time left, stay with Mu Xue for a while, okay......" She whispered softly in his ear, like a soft love word, sweet and sad.

On a pool of cold water, there was not even a trace of a lotus leaf, only the deep water rippling, reflecting the low and dim sky, reflecting his and her figures.

A gust of cold wind whistled by the lotus pond, rolling up the corners of her pale blue clothes.

Snowflakes like ice crystals fell from the sky and fell into the lake.

Much like the snow they met that year. It's just that the snowflakes here are too soft and affectionate, far less than Saibei, and every snow is crazy and extreme, bound to destroy everything and wither.

She reached out and took a snowflake and watched it melt in her palm.

She smiled, so relaxed, so innocent......

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that the wind and snow that have been in advance for a long time are about to bury everything.

The snow kept falling on the eaves of the house, smashing against the lake, and the shallow silver white on the road slowly accumulated.

The already short daylight was suppressed by the snow even shorter, and the sky sank into darkness early.

As if to foreshadow that she and he met in the snow, destined to be separated in the snow......

felt that her body was losing its temperature little by little, and her smile gradually lost its strength.

"Brother Yun, don't blame Wuyou...... she lay in his arms, begging softly.

He was silent for a moment, his head bowed unwilling to look at her.

"Okay." He nodded silently in agreement.

"Mu Xue can't go down with you, Brother Yun has to be good."

"Good ......"

"After dawn, forget about me." She reached out and caressed his face, a touch of coldness on her fingertips, and tears unconsciously crossed the corners of her eyes again.

Only then did she realize that crying was so bitter and reluctant.

She should be content, she should have died ten years ago, if she hadn't met him, where would she have really lived these ten years.

All these years, she stole them, these hands were stained with so much blood, and her time was also exhausted.

"Good......," he replied to her with all his might.

Her hand fell silently, slipping from his.

Her eyes, with the last smile, slowly closed, as if she had just fallen asleep.

He sat on the edge of the lotus pond and looked up at the deep, dark sky.

Snowflakes fell on his face and in his eyes. It turned into droplets of water and slid down into the night, silently.

She fell asleep quietly in his arms, dreaming a dream from which she would never wake up.

If I had known that this was the result of today, maybe I should have let her go in the first place.

Leave yourself, leave the sword and sword, leave this bloody red......

He kissed her cold lips, a hint of bitterness overflowing her lips.

If she could wake up, he would rather she never meet herself, and she never loved him, how nice would it be if she was only in her own world, living simply......

If, everything is just if......