coincides with the scorching moon of apricot blossoms, and the sword dances to the endear.

The two are broken off by the love alone, but the dream is too hurried.

The sunset on the horizon almost dyed half of the sky, and the breeze was like a lover's hand gently brushing over the apricot blossom tree, which was like a sad wind.

A piece of petals turned into lovesick tears fell on the purple-clothed woman dancing with a sword under the tree, the woman was radiant, smiling like a flower, growing lotus step by step, shy and full of admiration eyes from time to time to look at the man who was painting not far away, and in the eyes of the man, the woman is the most beautiful in the world, that is, thousands of times more beautiful than the apricot blossom.

"Xin'er, come here. The man put down his paintbrush and looked at the woman with tender eyes, the corners of his mouth were soft and warm smiles, and he was waving to the woman with his hand raised.

The woman's little head tilted and laughed, she ran towards the man, her skirt was flying, the warm sunset plated a layer of light on her, time suddenly became very slow, very slow, her every movement was so clear, she came against the light like a fairy flying from the sky, so beautiful that people were in a trance.

"Mo Lang, who is the woman in this painting?" The woman's puzzled look was full of delicateness, this painting is set against the background of the entire apricot blossom forest, this woman in purple is as beautiful as a fairy? It must not be herself, could it be that this is the person in Mo Lang's heart? Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help frowning, and her expression was slightly sad.

"Far away, close at hand. Seeing the woman like this, the man pursed his lips and smiled quietly, this stupid.

"Where?" the woman's expression was shocked, did Mo Lang even bring the woman with him?

Seeing her appearance, she must have been thinking wildly, she looked around as cute as a little rabbit, but it inexplicably distressed him.

"She's right here. The man's words fell and hugged the woman's slender waist from behind.

She was shocked, but he rested his head on her shoulder, and she heard him say, "Why are you so stupid?

The warm breath and the playful tone made her face blush, and when she looked closely, she found that the face of the woman in the painting was herself, and she blamed him for painting herself so beautifully, and she didn't recognize it for a while.

"Mo Lang, you...... Will you marry Xin'er?" the woman whispered, her shy and tactful voice, like a budding flower, like a feather scratching the most sensitive area of a person, making people tremble unconsciously.

"Take your own hands, IKEA and IKEA. The man smiled, his tone was like a breeze, although it was very shallow and light, but it was like a breeze that promised the most beautiful promise to catkins, and the woman did not know that the wind was ethereal.

The woman's heart moved slightly, she turned around gently in the man's arms, a pair of apricot eyes straight but a little shy looking at the man, and finally when the apricot blossoms fell, the woman stood on tiptoe and gently kissed the man's warm thin lips.

The man enjoyed the emotional beauty of this moment, but he saw a crack in the sky dyed red by the sunset, and the crack was like a monster with a bloody mouth, and at this time, it was like a suction force that tore the woman from the man's arms.

"Xin'er. The man shouted at the woman in tears. Helpless and anxious in my heart.

"Mo Lang, help me. The woman's eyes were red from panic, and her little face was full of panic and despair.

"Xin'er!" Mo Qingyu exclaimed in his sleep, and sat up instinctively, his eyes were full of heartache and helplessness, and more of love, he was panting heavily, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

It turned out to be all dreams, yes! Xin'er is already dead, how can she still appear? Secretly smiling bitterly, her eyes couldn't help but look at the painting hanging on the wall, the woman in the painting was lifelike, but unfortunately it was not the shy and timid real Xin'er.

Now that he thinks about it, he thought that she treated him like this, and the humiliation and torture he gave her were taken for granted, not to mention that she killed Mei'er's child, all of which she was to blame for, but when she asked him to take a leave of absence from her, he was reluctant, yes, reluctant, so he could only imprison her in Zhuyuan.

Soon after she was pregnant with his child, he couldn't sleep all night with joy, he had even thought of the child's name, she might not know, the days when she was imprisoned by him in the bamboo garden, he would hide on the roof every night to watch her, he saw her in the warm yellow candlelight, making the child's clothes, he saw the smile on her face when she was about to become a mother, and his heart seemed to ripple with water, and he wanted to take her out when the child was born.

It's a pity that the child didn't have a relationship with them after all, the child is gone, she thinks he killed the child, so she hates him and blames him. Then he drank heavily, but he never dared to step into the bamboo garden again, he was afraid to see the monstrous hatred when she looked at him, and she did not know that he expected the arrival of the child between them more than anyone else.

"Mo Lang, Mo Lang. A gentle, tactful and ethereal voice like a lark came into Mo Qingyu's ears.

Xin'er, is it Xin'er? Mo Qingyu's heart was shocked, he turned over and got off, and eagerly opened the door without even putting on his shoes, as if he was afraid that it was really Ye Zhuxin outside the door, and if he took a step slower, the woman he was thinking about would disappear.

Not far away, a woman in purple stood up, she combed her hair in a bun that was only combed by an unmarried woman, her eyebrows and eyes were soft, and her apricot eyes seemed to be blurry but spiritual, and she was what they looked like when they first met. It's just that the difference is that at this moment, she is not as delicate and shy as she was when she first met, but she exudes a cold and resolute determination, and she holds a sword in her hand, and the blade is revealing a slight chill in the moonlight.

"Xin'er. Mo Qingyu was stupid, as if he had a lot to say, but it was difficult to speak, and all the words turned into the word Xin'er.

"Mo Qingyu, let me ask you, have you ever loved me Ye Zhuxin?" Ye Zhuxin said coldly, and a little chill surged between her eyebrows.

Hearing this, Mo Qingyu smiled bitterly, and looked at "Ye Zhuxin's" sharp eyes without a trace of love with a pair of eyes full of helplessness and sorrow, it turned out that she actually hated him to this point?

"Love, I, Mo Qingyu, have only loved Ye Zhuxin in my life. Mo Qingyu said.

"Hehe, you're a hypocrisy. Ye Zhuxin smiled coldly, the smile was full of mockery, since he loved, how could he be willing to let the woman who gave up almost everything for love be trapped in the deep courtyard, how could he be willing to let that woman suffer half of the grievances? What's more, he was tortured to death by his so-called wife? Could this be the love in this man's mouth? That is cheap.

"Xin'er, I regret it, I regret it a long time ago. Mo Qingyu repeated this sentence with a wry smile, he had long regretted it, the moment he knew that she was dead.

"Is it still useful to talk about this now?" Ye Zhuxin shouted, as if she was extremely angry, the woman had already died of discouragement, and the cold sword was instantly placed on Mo Qingyu's neck. Tonight, she helped Ye Zhuxin kill this hypocritical man to the extreme, and kept saying love, but she did the most ruthless thing to the person she loved the most.