"Yeyang, do you want to hear a story?"

"What's the story?"

"A story about angels."

"What is an angel?"

"It is a kind of heavenly immortals, it is said that everyone is born with an angel who follows him silently to protect him, give him warmth and happiness, and accompany him until he grows up, and the angel can return to heaven."

"Why didn't the angel stay?"

"Because angels have their own mission, when their mission is accomplished, they will return to themselves and live their own lives."

"Little aunt, do I have my own angel? Then she must be as beautiful and gentle as the little aunt. ”

"Yeyang, if one day your angel suddenly disappears from this world, please don't be sad, it means that you have grown up and can face all the difficulties and setbacks in this world alone, so she returned to heaven with peace of mind, watching you from afar there, silently blessing you."

"Nope! I'm not going to let the angels go. ”

"Even if she will be unhappy if she leaves heaven, will you keep her?"

"I ......"

The young man's originally determined voice became hesitant, and it was still dark in front of me, and I couldn't see his expression, but the strength from my waist let me know that he would not let the angel who was guarding him leave easily.

It's just that I never thought that at that moment, under the cloudless blue sky, the obsession in the darkness in the young man's heart was so deep and dark, and his unspoken words were realized after a long time after I was imprisoned by his side and tortured in every way, and what he wanted to say at that time should be:

Even if I break her wings, I will keep her by my side......

"Gollum ......"

There was a protest sound in the stomach.

I patted my stomach in embarrassment, rubbed my eyes and sat up from the ground, and I could already see the general scenery in front of me, the boy who was still holding me just now, was curling his legs and arms around his knees, looking into the distance in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What do fools think! Let's go eat, my aunt is hungry. ”

I got up and walked behind him, stretched out my hand to touch his head, but unfortunately some of my eyes that could see were still a little blurry at the beginning, and landed straight in front of him, and the simple act of touching his head turned into a strange scene where I wanted to touch his face from behind, but I hesitated to stop in mid-air.

The young man in front of him suddenly became depressed: "Little aunt, are you afraid of the blood on my body?" ”

I silently withdrew my hand, acquiescing.

Belch...... I can't say I'm going blind and can't see you clearly, so I'm misplaced!

I looked down and pondered for a moment, reached out and lifted the hem of my long skirt, tore a piece from the overlapping white veil, and then walked around him from behind Yeyang, half-crouched on the ground, took one of his hands resting on his knee, and gently wiped the blood from his palm with the disgust of blood.

Yeyang's head hung down, and thick black hair covered his face, blocking all his expressions.

"What's wrong with your hand!"

When I wiped the blood stains on the boy's hands, I was shocked, because the blood pressure in the boy's palms was not the blood that flowed from the torn corpses, but his own blood.

The palm of the young man's hand was scarred, as if it had been cut by extremely sharp silk threads little by little, and in some places there was even faintly visible pink tender flesh turned outward, but these injuries were not there before, and I could clearly see that when he killed those people, he didn't let people get close at all, so how could it hurt his hands? Or is it so severe that the wound is deep enough to see the bone?

The boy still hung his head and remained silent.

An idea popped into my head all at once, could it be possible?

"Yeyang, you cut it yourself? Why! I asked with a serious look on my face.

"It's damned, it knows that my little aunt is afraid of blood, and it has to make so much blood, it really deserves to die!"

The boy raised his head suddenly, staring at his scarred palm in a daze, his eyes were blank, unfocused, he muttered to himself, as if he was talking to me, as if he was talking to himself, as if he had become the child I found in that small dark space, his eyes were empty, like a rag doll that had been broken and discarded, lifeless.

My heart hurts: Yexue, how can you leave your aunt like this?