He hadn't been back since that night.

She leaned on the table and played with the bronze mirror in her hand, and said with a smile: She also said that she would never mistake me, this is the second time.

Aiming the bronze mirror at his face, the right side is still the same as before, but the scar on the left side of his face is too big, which changes the whole face.

She thought: Forget it, I don't blame you if I don't recognize it, how can I stand by your side now that I look like a ghost.

She still sings behind the screen every night as before, wearing her ghost face and singing the joys and sorrows of the world.

Recently, the guests have noticed that the Ghost-faced Singer's singing voice has become lighter and more delicate, as if she has been freed from some kind of restraint, and the peaceful satisfaction of the song reaches their hearts as listeners.

It's addictive, and more people come to listen to music every night.

Although the old bustard loves money like life, he is still worried about her in his heart.

It was the beginning of summer, and the acacia on the shore of East Lake was blooming just right, and the old bustard knew that she loved the acacia in the flower season, so she asked the little maid to bring a carriage to take her out to play and relax.

Knowing that this was a kind gesture from the bustard, she did not refuse.

When she came out to play, she took off her ghost face and put on a hat covered with black veil to hide her appearance that would scare crying children.

Standing under the acacia tree by the lake, she looked around, and after making sure that no one was paying attention to her, she gently lifted the corner of the black veil, revealing her face on the right side, and looked up to admire the flowers.

Looking at the pink pompom in front of her that was about to touch her nose, she blew the delicate flower into a mess with a light breath, and smiled like a child.

When she was attracted by the flowers, she was suddenly hugged by a person from behind, and she was taken aback, and immediately fluttered like a rabbit, but the man was so strong that no matter how much she struggled, it was useless.

The man buried his head in her neck, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice: Hehuan, it is indeed you.

Hearing that it was him, she finally fell silent.

It's just that her voice was almost indifferent: What about me, you are already married, hugging and hugging a woman wearing a mask in public, what kind of system.

He tightened his arms: Hehuan, I used to think that you were no longer in this world, you are still alive, it's good.

His voice trembled, and he clung to her. She relented and gave up the idea of saying more vicious things.

She thought that this embrace had been absent for many years, and it was still so warm, so it should be okay for her to indulge a little longer.

Taking a deep breath, reason finally prevailed over emotion, and she used her best strength to break free from his embrace.

She said: Our fate is over, I will not appear in front of you from now on, and please don't pester me anymore, and treat your wife well.

He looked hurt: Hehuan, what have you experienced over the years, why did you say such things to me, you know that I love you, I want to marry you and be with you for the rest of my life. Is it okay to be my flat wife?

She smiled, a smile under the veil that smacked of mockery like she had never seen before.

Father, what you said back then came true at this moment, and sure enough, am I the only one who is keeping my promise?

Oh, after waiting for this man for so many years, she felt so worthless for the first time.

Shaking her head, she didn't say anything more, and turned to leave for the second time in front of him, the black gauze skirt was blown by the wind, and the figure was as free and easy as a light breeze.

It's just that what she didn't expect happened on the night of returning to the Red Sleeve Building.

No matter how she called in the dark room, the little maid who usually had to be with her did not respond, and she groped to the table to light the candle, but someone covered her mouth and nose from behind.

The man whispered in her ear: My family said that it was a blessing that you cultivated in your previous life if he wanted to marry you as a wife, and you not only didn't know what to do, but also embarrassed him in public, which is really damned. Your life will only remind the adults of his humble birth, so, for the sake of the adults' comfort, girl, you can only die.

After saying that, the cold dagger had already stabbed her heart from behind, and when the dagger was withdrawn, the blood that came out of it stained the snow-white paper window red.

She threw herself on the table in front of her, and the cold bronze mirror in her hand was touched.

The killer snorted coldly, kicked her body that was gradually becoming cold, and walked away.

"Alright, that's the end of the story." Hehuan exhaled, although he was mentally prepared, but when he really recalled it again, he was still burdened.

After waiting for a while but not seeing any reaction from the audience, Hehuan had to speak again: "Hey, I'm done with the story, at least tell me your opinion." ”

This kind of unceremonious tone was naturally said to Nuan Yang, and Jiusi didn't dare to provoke her.

Syllable!

A drop of water fell from the sky and landed straight on the mirror, blurring the vision of the acacia.

"Hey, it's raining?"

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

"What are you crying about, the mirror is wet! Dry me up! Hehuan was helpless.

"Woo...・・I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." apologized, and Nuan Yang wiped away the tears that fell on the mirror with his sleeve.

But the time of a cup of tea passed, and the tears of some fool showed no signs of stopping. In this regard, Hehuan didn't bother to ask her what she thought.

But after nine thoughts, I finally couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out my right hand to cover her eyes that were swollen like peaches, the white light flashed, the redness and swelling disappeared, and the tears finally stopped flowing.

"Hiccup—finally stopped." With a cute hiccup, Nuan Yang touched his eyes and told the master that his spell was effective.

But when she looked at the face of the acacia in the mirror again, her eyes began to turn red again.

"Hey, stupid! Don't cry anymore, don't hear it! Hehuan warned with a fierce face.

"I don't want to, it's sad to shed tears, but when I see your face, my heart starts to hurt, and my nose will be sour when my heart hurts! I'm not stupid! Nuan Yang sniffled, extremely aggrieved.

Jiusi rubbed his forehead, there was no way but to let Nuan Yang sleep for a while first.

Tapping her sleeping hole, Jiusi caught her fallen body and hugged her into his arms.

"That's why you want to kill Xiao Kun?" Jiusi asked the acacia in the mirror.

Hehuan was silent, and when she faced Jiusi, she couldn't say anything against her heart at all.

"What if I sue you and it's not him who killed you?"

"What, how is that possible?!" Hehuan screamed, and she heard it with her own ears at the time.

"Xiao Kun's wife, the daughter of the prime minister, is a jealous woman."

A concise sentence, but she instantly understood.

Jiusi's flat voice made her feel deafening, as if a ray of sunshine shining through the endless haze on her heart.

For a moment, she seemed to hear the sound of the ice field thawing in her heart.