It turns out that Mei Twelve is flawed.

Blemish took off her hood and lowered her sleeves to retract her cloak.

He didn't tie his hair today, his long hair fell down, and the bookish anger of the medical officer on weekdays dissipated, but his silhouette still looked dignified and serious.

Feng Yan looked at him and suddenly realized that no one had recognized him all along...... It's excusable.

Who would associate Mr. Mei, who is hanging a pot to help the world, and the heinous martyr Yingying.

Feng Yan's gaze finally fell on his left arm, and the wound seemed to be newly added.

- Could it be that Wei Xingzhen or someone else has already been here and fought with Fang Ying?

Knowing Feng Yan's gaze, Ying lowered her eyes.

“…… Are you looking at my wounds. ”

He slowly approached and once again extended his burned left arm from under his cloak.

The two were not far apart, and Feng Yan saw it more realistically than Fang Cai - the shape of the wound was indeed a human fingerprint, as if someone had once pasted a burning palm on the flawed arm.

"This is what we left behind a few days ago in Changchun Garden, Mrs. Lin's servant." Blemish said softly.

Feng Yan's expression froze on her face.

She suddenly remembered that the servant of the Lin clan wanted to pull Mei Twelve aside to speak, so she reached out and grabbed his arm—but it should have been through her clothes at the time.

Even so, it still left scars?

Feng Yan said in a low voice, "...... You don't want others to touch you...... Be...... ...... reason for this? ”

"Yes." Blemish nodded, "If the filthy man's hand falls on me, I will suffer from burning—essentially the same as if you couldn't stay in a crowded place for long. ”

Feng Yan's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she opened her mouth several times to say something, but she couldn't ask.

She looked at the blemish, and her breathing slowly became rapid.

Bianying stretched out two fingers and gently pressed the back of her fingers against Feng Yan's forehead, as if she wanted to see if her high fever had subsided after the attack last night.

Everything that happened last night jumped from her heart like an electric shock, and Feng Yan instinctively wanted to dodge -

But this time, the flawed hand just landed on her forehead as usual.

The moment it was touched, the cold touch on the back of her fingers came, and Feng Yan finally felt the direct and warm emotions on this person-

The joy and joy of the roaring river are surging and rising under cautious restraint.

"Looks like the fever has gone away......"

As Defective Ying withdrew her hand, Feng Yan felt that the person in front of her seemed to be calm and breezy again, without any fluctuations.

It's no wonder that she could barely detect the flawed mood changes before, and the few ups and downs she had were like clouds across the mountains and seas.

She originally thought that Mr. Mei was indifferent and not affected by the outside world.

…… It turns out that you can only perceive it when you touch it.

Blemish also looked down at his unharmed fingers - it was a wonderful feeling, and he had almost forgotten what it was like to touch people.

The touch of a human being is still different from that of a demon who transforms into a shape.

Bian Ying looked at Feng Yan's hand, being held, hugged, and caressed by such a hand...... What would it feel like?

"You and I are the same kind, Feng Yan." Blemish muttered.

Feng Yan laughed.

Not far away, a dull golden glow poured into the room through the west window, and she lay on her back on the bed, her gaze vaguely passing over the light and shadow not far away.

Feng Yan's voice was like a gossamer, "This is ...... Where? ”

Blemish replied, "The Domain of Dusk." ”

Feng Yan obviously didn't understand, but Ying Ying was not busy explaining.

Whenever he looked at Feng Yan's eyes, he couldn't help but want to touch her pale cheeks again, although Feng Yan's eyes did not have the gentleness of treating Mei Twelve in the past, Flawed Ying still felt happy.

At this moment, Feng Yan was weak and weak, but there was no fear or panic in those eyes.

Even in such a clear situation of strength and weakness, she didn't seem to feel that she was falling behind.

People who keep their cool can talk – and that's what keeps all the hard work in vain.

Otherwise, I probably don't know what to do.

Taking off Mei Twelve's mask, what other means can he have to appease the panic of others?

He sat in silence for a moment, "If you have the strength right now, I have a lot to talk to you about." If it drags on any longer, Wei Xingzhen will find here. ”

“…… Does he know I'm here? ”

"He has a way of knowing." Defective replied.

Feng Yan barely propped up her right hand and tried to get up and sit down.

Blemish looked at her, "Be careful of the wounds. ”

When she was lying down before, she didn't feel anything, but with a little exertion at this moment, Feng Yan felt a tearing pain in her right hand and arm.

She looked down and saw that her arm was also wrapped in bandages.

Only then did she whisper, "I took some of your blood...... Originally, I didn't plan to hurt you, but Feng Wan's capture has not been smooth, so ......"

Blood ......

Feng Yan realized something was wrong in her heart.

She looked up, "You want to ...... What to talk about. ”

"Talk about who I am, who you are, and who Wei Xingzhen is." Blemish Ying stood up, "Time is limited, let's go wherever we go." ”

……

……

Ying put a cup of hot tea in Feng Yan's hand, but Feng Yan never touched it.

While Fang Ying was preparing the tea, Feng Yan was lying on her back alone, staring at the window leisurely.

The sun outside the window has never set in the west, and Feng Yan has never seen such a long dusk.

After a while, she also sat down next to her with a cup.

He said softly, "I learned about your past from the dragon's tongue, and the entanglement between the two lives is indeed touching. But why did Wei Xingzhen come to Middle-earth from Youdu Mountain, and stay by your side so painstakingly...... Have you never been curious? ”

Feng Yan frowned slightly.

In fact, the night before yesterday, under the sacred tree of Daizong Mountain, she had just asked Wei Xingzhen the same question-

"When I was chaste...... How did you notice me?"

「…… It's just a coincidence."

Was it a coincidence in the first place?

How did Xingzhen answer at that time......

Feng Yan thought back to the situation the day before yesterday.

She had gained a little strength, her gaze became more calm than before, and her voice was no longer choppy.

"Say whatever you want."

"I know that you and Wei Xingzhen are full of each other now, but the beginning of this story is indeed not as good as you imagined." Blemish said softly, "In particular, some observations of the dragon's tongue have aggravated some biased impressions. It seems that Wei Xingzhen has no intention of telling you the truth......

"I don't think that's fair to you."

Feng Yan was unmoved, "Really." ”

"Long before you were born, Wei Xingzhen already knew about your existence on the stone inscription of Youdu Mountain.

"It is not a touching coincidence that he traveled thousands of miles and traveled long distances to appear on Mount Daizong when you were twelve years old...... Rather, it has been planned for a long time. ”

Feng Yan frowned slightly, "Plotted ......?" ”

Blemished silently reached out and touched her fingertips with Feng Yan's, so that Feng Yan could judge whether she was lying or not.

"Wei Xingzhen originally came here to kill you."