Duanmu Kaoru couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart.

Sad? Grieved? Resentment? Or - regret?

In short, it was a noisy feeling.

A lover who once loved deeply, but betrayed himself, and before he died, he still conspired with outsiders to hurt himself and what was related to him. He asked himself, he never owed her, but he couldn't figure out why it was like this.

The memory of the first meeting with Xu Wanqing is still deep, and the little girl with a little ignorance and cowardice in her eyes can no longer imagine being a person with that cold corpse.

"Now that Xu Wanqing is dead, what should we do now? Is it to continue according to the original plan, and let Li'er dress up as Xu Wanqing and continue to connect with Concubine Nalan? Duanmu Qi gently patted Duanmu Xun's shoulder.

Back then, Duanmu Xun was so affectionate, they witnessed it with their own eyes, no matter what, Xu Wanqing's tragic death, his heart would not be too comfortable.

"No, we originally planned to catch Xu Wanqing and take something out of her mouth, but now we don't know anything, and there is no way to let Li'er pretend. What's more, this Ziyao Hall has a lot of people, and now that so many people know that Xu Wanqing is dead, presumably this matter will soon be known by Concubine Nalan, it seems that we have to find another way. ”

Fuling hammered the table hard, and now, the clue he had just caught was broken again.

Duanmu Kaoru didn't speak, he kept his head down, immersed in his thoughts, and Ziyi kept his eyes locked on Duanmu Kaoru's body.

Both of them seemed to have thrown the conversation between Duanmu Qi and Fu Ling out of the clouds.

Duanmu Qi looked at the purple clothes, and then at Duanmu Xun, after all, he sighed secretly and glanced at Fuling.

Now, it doesn't seem like the right time for these two people to think about it again.

Duanmu Kaoru's heart knot can only be untied by purple clothes.

Fuling understood, and the two retreated quietly.

"Command her to go down and have her buried alive." After all, man is dead. Ziyi tried to calm her voice, but she smiled bitterly in her heart.

In this world, the only thing that can't be fought for and grabbed is the dead.

No matter what position Xu Wanqing once had in Duanmu Xun's heart, now that he has died tragically, I am afraid that all the hatred will disappear with this death.

"No, I think, there must be some clues on her body that we don't know."

Duanmu Kaoru raised his head and looked at the purple clothes, his eyes were clear, and there was no initial confusion and sadness.

"You-" Ziyi wondered.

"Ziyi, the only thing I can trust now is you."

Duanmu Kaoru suddenly stood up and hugged the person in front of him tightly, he had a lot of things to say in his heart, and he wanted to sue Ziyi, but now is not the time.

He couldn't see the ghosts, and he couldn't be sure if he and Ziyi were the only ones at this time. He can only hide many, many things in his heart.

Can't say it, can't say it to anyone.

"Whatever happens, I hope, you'll trust me."

Gently kissing Ziyi's forehead, Duanmu Xun looked at the pair of purple eyes with some expectation: "Promise me, no matter what happens, don't doubt me and my love for you." ”

Although Ziyi's heart was full of doubts, he only nodded.

It's just that at this time, neither of them could imagine that it was such a 'can't say' that made the two fall into the abyss of pain.

These are all later words.