Outside the window, the wind suddenly blew up, the curtains were blown in all directions, the half-open windows slammed against the frame with a loud noise, and a low whining sound swirled silently around the room.

In the gloomy clouds in the distance, there was a faint arc of thunder, and countless chaotic sounds were like mournful roars.

The storm is coming.

Lu Mu's body suddenly stiffened halfway, and then she fell to her knees with a thud, staring blankly at the ground, and then hid her face and cried until she choked.

"No...... No. ”

"Bai Zhi is not dead...... White branch ......"

"No matter how hard it is...... No matter how difficult it is, Mom won't give up on you, but ......"

"Why?"

"Why...... You're going to leave us. ”

Su Wanqiu sat motionless on the bed like that, as if everything that happened in front of her had nothing to do with her, her eyes looked blankly ahead, and the bleeding wound began to gradually scab over.

Lu Xiubai also stood quietly in place, not saying a word.

The three of them are so strangely deadlocked, like an unbreakable endless loop.

After the people in the nursing home picked up Lu's mother, the door was slammed shut.

There was only silence in the room.

Lu Xiubai came to the bedside with some heavy steps, looking at the girl in front of him with messy hair and scars, his heart throbbed violently.

I subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub her head, but she slapped it away.

"Don't touch me."

Su Wanqiu raised his head suddenly, his originally clear eyes were full of gray mist, vaguely reflecting his face, and even with some kind of deep hatred.

"Late Autumn ......"

"It's me who I'm sorry for you."

Lu Xiubai sat quietly in front of her, his eyes narrowed, but he didn't know what to do, and the miserable white light hit his face, but it only made him even more at a loss.

The usual sanity seemed to vanish in an instant.

He didn't know how to make amends for the bloody girl she had hurt.

Wow.

Su Wanqiu suddenly picked up the glass of milk that had already been cold on the bedside, and threw it at him mercilessly. The liquid with a faint milky fragrance instantly soaked Lu Xiubai's hair and clothes, falling drop by drop, as if dripping blood.

"That's enough, Lu Xiubai."

Lu Xiubai got up, as if he didn't mind the milk being splashed on his body, his voice was calm, and his face was trying to become gentle with a smile.

"Late autumn, I'll send you back to the dormitory."

Su Wanqiu suddenly laughed, as if mocking his embarrassment, and pushed him hard against the door of the cabinet, but unexpectedly did not encounter any resistance, he hit the wardrobe and let out a muffled snort.

Against the light, her expression was a little desperate and hideous.

"Xiubai, you know."

"My name is Su Wanqiu, not the Lu Baizhi of your family's treasure."

"I love you so much, but you treat my feelings like unwanted garbage."

"Now you just make me feel sick."

"Lu Xiubai, you are simply a monster."

Bang.

Su Wanqiu stumbled to the door, glanced at Lu Xiubai, who fell motionless in place, and slammed the door out.