Seeing his smiling face, I was really speechless except to stare at him.

If I want to say just give it a try, I guess it's right for him.

I admit it, and I give up the treatment.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he lowered his head and concentrated on cleaning the scratches on his collarbone, and after a moment he finally withdrew his hand, which surprised me a little.

In a short period of time, it was back to normal.

There was no scar left, and the black toxin was all gone, except for the one that was still a little cold.

I was a little surprised and winked, "That's it?" All right? ”

"How." His handsome side face glanced at me slightly, "Are you reluctant to let me go?" ”

I looked up at him and gave him a blank look, "If you don't narcissist, you'll die?" ”

He suddenly smiled, compared with the mystery and deep meaning of the past, his smile this time was gentle, and his handsome face looked particularly beautiful in the moonlight.

He turned his hand in his pocket, and in the bright night he reflected his slender figure, slowly walking out of the cemetery, the wild grass swayed, setting off his tall back.

At that moment, I couldn't help but look a little crazy.

The cold wind drifted from the ravine, waking my somewhat nymphomaniac head, and I was a little frightened to see his back drifting away, and to look at the shadowy mounds of graves around me.

"Hey, wait for me!"

I shouted, and quickly chased after me, but as soon as I ran, my torn clothes drooped down, and I was cold to death.

I quickly covered it with my hand and chased after it regardless of my image.

"Hey, you haven't told me your name yet?"

"I've met you since I came back, and I've met you one after another, what the hell are you doing?"

"And ...... What are you doing with my hairpin? ”

I kept asking questions from behind, but he didn't answer, and he walked so fast that my little short leg had to trot to keep up.

Later, I accidentally saw the pattern on the left side of his neck, which happened to be seen from this angle, and the lines were crawling as if they were alive in the moonlight.

When I was about to get to the entrance of the village, I suddenly remembered.

I ran in front of him and opened my hand to block his path.

"You wait!"

As soon as I said this, the torn clothes fell down again, which made my embarrassed face red, and I quickly covered it with my hands and asked him, "What's the matter with that pattern on your neck!?" ”

That's why I'm so curious, because I've discovered a secret.

His pattern is a bit the same as the black jade that my grandmother gave me when I was a child, and my grandmother said that the black jade should have been worn on my mother's body, but the black jade was later taken back by my grandmother.

Looking at it seriously now, it looks like it was carved according to the pattern on his neck.

I've been a little nervous during this time, and I can't help but think about something in my head after I encounter it, and this doesn't look like a coincidence!?

Could this guy have anything to do with my mother!?

Looking at his age compared to my mother's age, could it be my brother!?

No, this face doesn't look like it.

Could it be that he is related to my mother, someone from his mother's side!?

It's a bit of a possibility, maybe my mom had a falling out with my mom and mom in the first place to be with my dad.

But after all, it was the meat that fell from the body, and the anger of my grandparents for so many years was gone.

I guess it's because I'm old and sentimental, and I've thought about the past.

I just want the family to be able to reunite and get together, so I asked him to come to my mother?

That's a possibility.

Otherwise, I have never met him, how can he always appear in my sight, but the pattern on his neck also indirectly proves my speculation.