Wu You just listened quietly, listening to the brief conversation between Mo Yunkai and Yan Dieyi, and finally returned to tranquility. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A fresh breeze was blowing in her face, and she felt herself being held in her arms by a pair of hands, soaring into the air.

A green silk was quietly swept up by the wind, sweeping her dull eyes.

She leaned silently into his somewhat cold arms, the faint and familiar smell that invisibly lingered on the tip of her nose and lingered on her heart.

In the end, it became a net that she could never get out of again......

"Why save me."

She stood on the roof of the building, feeling the breeze and the coolness on her face. Although it is cold, it is a little gentle, and only the April wind in the world will be so gentle.

Mo Yunkai was silent, just silently looking at the world that was in the dark, looking at the scattered lights under the city, his face was still like ice.

"Do you really hate me that much? Don't you even let me choose to die....."

Seeing that he did not answer, she immediately smiled and said with a pale and feeble voice, her voice seemed calm, but her heartstrings were already about to collapse.

She couldn't understand why he had stopped her death-thirsting fate.

If it hadn't been for her intervention back then, Sister Mu Xue might not have died.

For ten years, he wouldn't have hated her all the time.

She knew, always known.

But she didn't know what she was living for, to atone for her sins? Or for something else ...

Everyone else has a reason to live, and she, from the beginning, lived to die.

The word death has invisibly become her unwanted......

"You're not going to die."

Mo Yunkai indifferently spat out a few words, breaking the silence condensed in the air, and his calm tone seemed to be mixed with a bit of strangeness......

There was no anecdote, but he laughed, and the laughter was extremely sarcastic.

"Won't die? This sentence is ridiculous. ”

Her eyes were dull and dark. But it was full of sarcasm, and the laughter was even more meaningless.

"How dare you guarantee something that I can't guarantee myself..... Just because you won't die today doesn't mean you won't die tomorrow, you won't die tomorrow, maybe it's the day after tomorrow......"

"Unless I die, you won't be able to do it until then."

He approached her, his not-so-cold tone echoing in her ears, tapping at her fragile heart.

"What kind of ...... is this?"

She smiled bitterly, her heart was filled with endless sourness, and for a while, the blood suddenly surged, and a trace of fishy sweetness overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Before she was powerless to fall to the ground, Mo Yun opened his eyes and quickly held her up, letting her lean into his arms.

At this time, the mist in her eyes had already turned into water, and finally quietly slipped down from the corners of her eyes.

She tried her best not to let the tears flow, but it was always difficult to resist the sadness in her heart.

She couldn't see how beautiful the light of the lights under the city was at this time......

I can't see it, he was slightly moved, and his eyes looked unbearable......

She couldn't figure out whether she was hating his callousness or her powerlessness.

She only knows that whether it is hatred or love, it is an emotion that she must not contaminate.

The killer is the most jealous of emotion, but she and him can't escape the invisible blade of fate in the end.

Tears overflowed through countless forbearances, dripping down his shoulders and wetting the placket of his clothes.

At this moment, neither he nor her knew what the future would look like.

What the lights of the city shine on is a story that is difficult for everyone to tell, and what they want to say is stopped......