Bai Yi pondered for a while.

He thought as he put the iron back on the stove and folded the ironed clothes neatly aside. Only then did Bai Ling see that there was a futon on the wooden table that was no longer used at home—it happened to be used by Bai Yi as a cotton pad for ironing clothes.

He gently shook the other robe to be ironed, and spread it out on the table again.

"I don't think so." Bai Yi said.

"Why?"

Bai Yi bent down and picked up the iron, still working with his head down as before.

"Supposedly, the tougher the collision and the more intense the impact, the more people will understand what they don't want to become, and this 'don't want to' is also a part of 'themselves', right?"

Bai Ling was stunned, tilting his head slightly in thought.

"But I suspect that most people may not have the opportunity for this kind of collision, because it takes a lot of courage to face this kind of impact head-on," Bai Yi's movements slowed down as he thought, "Sometimes, in order to be comfortable, people will endure and let things pass." Maybe the things we choose to endure will slowly become a part of who we are. ”

After that, Bai Yi put the iron, "What do you think?" ”

“…… It seems to be too. Bai Ling nodded solemnly, "I ...... it too Think so. ”

Bai Yi smiled, "Then can you sleep now?" ”

Bai Ling was quiet for a moment, but still shook his head.

Her gaze passed through the thin rain curtain outside the door, and after a while, she tilted her head to look at Bai Yi's hand, "...... Can I stay with you for a while? ”

"Yes." Bai Yi replied as a matter of course, "This is at home, you can stay wherever you want." ”

"Hmm."

Bai Ling sat on the chair with his knees folded as before.

This time she didn't say anything, just silently watched Bai Yi continue to repeat the ironing action back and forth next to her.

She suddenly felt that maybe as long as Bai Yi was still around, her coordinates would not be lost.

……

The night was getting deeper.

In another underground part of the Punishment Division, the executioners who had been executing all night were tired, and several people looked at the hours and agreed to come back early tomorrow morning to start the next day's work.

The woman who was hanging from the chain was no longer recognizable.

Ling Chi's punishment is very particular, the first knife is cut in the heart, and the flesh here is sacrificed to the sky; The second knife slashed at the forehead, pulling the scalp of a whole piece of the forehead in front of his eyes, blocking the prisoner's view.

There were a total of 3,600 knives in this whole process, starting from the chest, each piece was the size of a fingernail, and more than 300 knives were taken on the first night, and the tip of the knife reached as if covered with a layer of crimson fish scales.

In the silence, a footstep came clearly from the front.

This step is steady, powerful, and must be a strong man.

Lin couldn't remember what it was like to be alive, but he could still hear the voice.

The man walked up to Lin and turned up the scalp that covered her eyes, and in a sharp pain, Lin saw the person in front of him clearly-he was wearing a flying fish suit, with an embroidered spring knife straddling his waist, but those eyes......

Those indifferent eyes may be more like a dead person than she is at the moment.

She vaguely guessed the identity of the person who came, and her heart suddenly throbbed.

Han Chong also looked at the inhuman-shaped woman in front of him.

"Are you ......," Lin asked as he struggled.

"You did a good job, and you haven't revealed a word to the outside world until now." Han Chong's thin lips opened lightly, and his voice was like a light wind, "Ming Gong is very pleased, and he also remembers you." ”

Lin's body trembled visibly.

The bloodshot eyes, which had dried up tears, regained a bit of brilliance in an instant.

Her eyes were bright, and then quickly dimmed, and she whispered, "I...... I've ...... It's not worth it...... Save ...... again."

"Yes," Han Chong nodded, "So Ming Gong asked me to give you a ride." ”

Lin's eyes widened slightly, she couldn't frown anymore, but the suddenly round eyes already said everything, "You...... Are you here ......? ”

Han Chong neatly took out the dagger he had prepared in the morning from his sleeve, and even in the dim dungeon, the sharp blade was still shining.

He opened the shackles on Lin's left hand, stuffed the dagger directly into her hand, and then held Lin's left hand with both hands, and pressed the knife against Lin's neck.

"Wait ......"

Han Chong's hand stopped temporarily, "What else do you have to say?" ”

Lin used the last bit of strength and looked up at the strange man in front of him.

At this moment, Jia Yuchun's face suddenly broke into her mind.

He said at the time that she was already an outcast.

But she didn't believe it.

"For ...... for ............"

"I want to know why Ming Gong killed you?"

Lin nodded.

Han Chong leaned closer and whispered in Lin's ear, "...... You shouldn't have touched the world. ”

Lin was stunned for a moment—she had heard that the young man who often met with Bai Ling was not a guard, but the prince of Prince Gong's mansion.

But as Jia Yuchun said, Ming Gong gave up on her, starting from the time the Donglin Temple was burned.

At that time, she had never touched a single hair of the world.

"I ...... Didn't know it was...... World ......"

"Not about that." Han Chong said coldly, "On the night of Yinfeng Garden, the prince shot the dragon of the Long Live Lord because of you, and Ming Gong couldn't afford this kind of risk. ”

Lin's whole body trembled.

She couldn't understand what Han Chong was saying at all......

Even if the prince shot the dragon with an arrow, what would it do?

"I ...... To see ...... Ming ......"

Han Chong's gaze didn't show the slightest sympathy, "If you want to blame, blame yourself for doing nonsense." ”

As he spoke, he exerted force with one hand, and the end of the dagger immediately sank into Lin's neck.

Lin's entire body was spasming.

She only felt that everything in front of her was slowly becoming bleak.

In the midst of this gloom, the figure of a man became clearer than ever, and she seemed to see the eyes that were always gentle and calm.

His gaze had stayed on himself so attentively.

"Ming Gong ......" Lin suddenly struggled violently, all the pain was not important, she just wanted to grasp a little warmth in the void, "I...... I want to see ...... Ming ......"

"It's going to be over soon," Han Chong said in a low voice, "soon." ”

The blade sliced through her veins and trachea in an instant, and blood spurted out, slowly flowing down her neck like a bloody garment.

Lin finally didn't move.

Han Chong let go of his hand, the dagger was still stuck in Lin's throat, and there were several bloody handprints of her left on the hilt.

To this day, even if the palace people who were waiting in Chuxiu Palace before were here, I am afraid that they would not be able to connect the half-human, half-ghost corpse in front of him with the bright-eyed and bright-toothed Lin Jieyu in the past.

Han Chong turned around and left with a silent step, he removed his gloves and put on a clean one.

It's all over here.

Everything is still waiting outside.