Time ticks by.

The gauze soaked the blood, and over time, the liquid was cold inch by inch, like a piece of ice enveloping the whole person, and because he had not moved for too long, he almost lost any consciousness. This is a strange feeling, as if being frozen in ice and thrown into deep water, looking at the endless water through the icy ice, as if separated from another planet, even if the destruction of the landslide and tsunami in the bottom of my heart, and a heavy rain has fallen, but I can't make any sound, and I don't let anyone know.

This rain only falls in the heart.

The old man and the housekeeper and even the subordinates outside were so anxious that they didn't know what to do, but as night fell, the room was completely dark, so quiet that only their own heartbeats could be heard, and the calm atmosphere was silent and desolate. He slowly pondered how he had gotten to this point.

He has a lot to choose from. But she had to do it.

She had only two options.

But when she chose to leave, he completely collapsed.

Just like now.

Desperate to find some good memories in them.

But cards and cufflinks were things she didn't want.

Sweetness is all fake.

Because he said "don't talk about feelings".

It was he himself who asked her to do so, and he was no longer qualified to expect that those sweetness were sincere.

It was he who wanted to make a scene, so she said to leave.

In the eyes of others, he is a high-ranking warlord, but once she doesn't want his things, she is completely at a loss, and finds that she has nothing to keep her.

He actually knows that.

As a lover, everything was normal at the beginning, he was used to being alone but wanted to get close to her, and he also understood the details, girls who were lonely and would not refuse her, so he proposed this, and she really agreed. In the beginning, everything worked fine.

He approached her.

It's pleasant.

No contact is disgusted, even in those small contacts, when the girl is clingy in her arms, there is still a faint joy.

But soon.

He knew it wasn't right.

The girl will not ask for anything, power or status, accompany her shopping to buy her jewelry, etc., and she has not mentioned any requirements, nor does she ask for recognition in the Shen Mansion, and she doesn't even care much about money, as long as she spends it, she will be satisfied.

She didn't want anything.

On the contrary, it makes people feel faintly at a loss.

He has nothing to give her, so there is no need to stay by his side, there is no need for him to be. He didn't know how to keep it.

So.

Repeatedly told her to be obedient.

Obedience has a lot of meaning.

Don't leave.

Be by my side.

Stick to me like you always have.

Be obedient.

Please be obedient.

…

It turned out that he was mistaken.

The point is not on the obedience of the second half of the sentence.

It's the first half of the sentence please.

It turned out that he was cautious and wanted to get closer, but he would be faintly satisfied if he was sticked, and the cufflinks fell off and didn't take them away because he wanted to silently give her a small thing, although he didn't know what the meaning was, he was inexplicably happy. Saying that there are many choices to scare her into being obedient, and saying that she is obedient is actually saying please.

He didn't learn to lower his profile, so everything is the opposite meaning.

Even if it did, it would be too late.

He seemed to have lost her.

……

The last sentence came to mind, and the long figure moved slightly in the dark night, raising the white knuckles to cover his eyes, because of the long-term immobility and coldness, it seemed a little stiff, the fingertips were slightly red on the tails of his eyes, and the eyelashes hung down, covering the shimmer of fine light. The snow-white clothes were oozing blood, and the body was slender, but thin and barren in the shadow of the moon.

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It has been raining heavily for two weeks recently.

The section of the road where the girl disappeared was originally the section of the road that was about to reach the south of the Yangtze River, and strictly speaking, it no longer belonged to the scope of the six central provinces, and the deployment of military forces was naturally not so handy. Coupled with the heavy rain, the search became more difficult.

There are no villages in the vicinity that are inhabited, and the chances of being rescued by passers-by are slim.

I didn't find it for two weeks, and it was already a hopeless thing to survive.

Falling down the plateau is a life of death. Now, in the past two weeks, even if there is a miracle in the world, it will not be in this matter.

Everybody knows it.

Looking for it now.

Is...... Person.

It doesn't matter if it's a person who lives or dies.

The old housekeeper looked up at the rainy weather, the water beads under the eaves were strung into a thread, and the guards came to report the latest progress in the rain, and the old housekeeper saw him come in and his heart jumped, and after listening to the report, he sank again. It's like this every time I listen to the latest debriefing, and the cycle goes on and on.

I have to report it to Shen Sanye every time.

Even as an outsider, every time he sees someone who reports his progress, he is terrified. What will the third master be like?

The old butler walked in.

I saw a long figure behind the bead curtain, with a black coat draped over his shoulders and gold wire glasses covering his dark eyes, and his posture was calm. The old butler had a sour nose.

I can't stop feeling astringent.

He was too seriously injured, and now he can't stand the cold, the weather is actually not very cold, even he, an old man, doesn't feel cold, but the third master has to put on a coat. This is the child he watched grow up, proud and indifferent since childhood, so strong that he is invulnerable.

The best line of defense to break turned out to be in the heart.

He bowed respectfully: "Third master, the latest news has come ......"

The man didn't react.

“…… So far, there is no news, and the search team has expanded its scope. He said.

The other party is always quiet.

The old butler bowed down and was about to retreat, and had already walked to the door, but he heard the person behind him speak, and his voice was hoarse with the kind of voice that he didn't often speak:

"Deserted ......"

The old butler immediately turned around, "What? ”

The young master spoke, but he didn't hear clearly, so he hurriedly asked again.

"Deserted Pavilion." The man tilted his head, the thin light gold chain on the clear lens fell down, and his narrow eyes looked seductive, "Go to the deserted pavilion for a few days." ”

The old housekeeper was slightly stunned, "Young Master, why is this?" ”

The man didn't answer immediately.

The beautiful eyes behind the lenses looked at the raindrops outside the window, and it was dripping for a long time, and he looked at it for a while, and his tone was a little light, like a dazed murmur.

“…… She cleaned. Don't waste it. ”

The old butler was stunned.

The memory was so long ago that he even forgot that Miss Yu had stayed in a deserted pavilion for one night and cleaned it.

His eyes were suddenly red.