"Come in, don't hide" Liu Niang tucked the corner of the quilt for Su Zhenli, and said to a figure somewhere outside the door.

The figure trembled slightly, as if with great determination, and there was silence for a long time. In the end, under Liu Niang's gaze, Su Jisheng finally appeared in green clothes.

"You're here," he said, looking at Su Jili on the hospital bed with caressing eyes.

"If Miss knew you were here, she would be very happy."

Su Jisheng didn't speak, and looked at Su Jili on the sickbed blankly.

At this moment, she was lying quietly on the collapse, like a porcelain doll, completely devoid of her usual vitality, somehow, at this moment, Su Jisheng suddenly recalled her flower-like smile, which was so beautiful that people didn't dare to touch it.

He stepped forward, his fingertips roaming over her beautiful skin, and his face, which had been a little baby fat, looked a little sickly at the moment.

He felt a faint sense of guilt in his heart, and he unconsciously hated it, but if he had to do it all over again, he would do it again, because it was what she owed him.

"I don't care how Miss fell into the water yesterday, and I know that it must have nothing to do with you, but Miss is soft-hearted and refuses to tell the reason, but I hope you understand that Miss is good to you from the bottom of her heart, if you really don't like her pestering you, let her break this thought as soon as possible."

"Got it" is not a joy or anger in the words.

"Let me be alone with her for a while, you can step back first"

Liu Niang glanced at him uncomfortably, and her figure did not move.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her, after all...... She's my sister," there was a stiffness in her tone.

Liu Niang paused and finally retreated, covering the door, leaving only the brother and sister alone in a room.

On the sickbed, it was Su Zhenli who couldn't stop whispering.

"Brother—"

Su Zhensheng's figure couldn't help but be shocked.

How could there be such a stupid girl as her in the world.

It's a shame.

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The beginning of the story starts with Yu Huaifeng half a month ago, when Yu Huaifeng was full of flames and rivers of blood.

"Report-" A disciple hurriedly rushed into the hall, the corners of his white clothes crossed the ground, and blood unconsciously clinged to it.

"Peak Master - Oh no, the disciples outside the peak will be unable to defend it, they are attacking, you should quickly escape with your wife and children." The disciple knelt on the ground and said.

At this moment, Mo Yuhuai, the peak master of Yuhuai Peak, stood with his hands in his hands, his eyebrows unconsciously twisted, and his eyes were full of loneliness.

It seems that this Jade Huaifeng can't hold it.

He raised his eyes again and glanced at the sleeping young man in his wife's arms, and the sadness in his eyes could not be dissolved.

"I'll be with you until the end."

"But—but"

"Don't do it, you hurry up and help heal those disciples who have been injured."

"Yes" The disciple paused, then looked at it worriedly before hurriedly retreating.

"Madame, can you make sure the child is asleep?"

A woman gently patted the child's back

"I shouldn't be able to wake up for a while"

"Alright, you can leave with him quickly."

"No," the woman seemed to be determined.

"I want to be with you"

"Yuhuai Peak is not just your home."

"It's all like this, you are still fighting with me, hurry up and take the child away, can you bear to watch him die with us?"

"Dong-" A figure suddenly flew outside the hall between the two of them, it was still the disciple just now, but this time it was not only the blood on the ground that stained the corners of the red clothes.

"Peak Master...... Fast...... Come on. They...... It's coming. At this moment, he vomited blood from his mouth, his heart was damaged, and after he said these words tremblingly, he lost his breath.

Mo Yuhuai looked at the disciple who died in his arms, and his mood fell to the bottom.

All this that he had built with his own hands was finally put to rest.

"Hurry up—" he said to the woman as best he could, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

It's too late.

She neatly hid the young man in her arms in the apse, and then stood with Mo Yuhuai.

Mo Yuhuai took her hand

"Madam, this time it's really leaving"

"It's been all the ups and downs for so many years, do you think I'm still afraid?" As he spoke, he took a deep breath and clenched Mo Yuhuai's hand.

The two work together to face the coming storm.