Yun Luoyi's palm that was thrown away was soaked in blood, and it fell to the ground drop by drop, he pulled her over, looked at her unruly eyes, and then ripped off her bracers, and opened her sleeves, the two knives were deep and bone-invisible, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Maybe she was too strong to tear open her sleeves, the rags were stained with the wound, and the pain made her bite her lower lip, but from the beginning to the end, she didn't shout a word "Pain." ”

"You're a girl, why don't you cry and don't hurt?"

For the first time, he questioned a person so emotionally that his good-looking eyebrows were wrinkled together, and he couldn't figure out what such a woman had to go through so that she wouldn't cry or hurt.

Grievances must be endured, pain must be hidden, like a kitten injured in a fight, only dare to lick the wound quietly in the dark alone.

"You didn't help me that year. I was also in pain that year. I wanted to cry that year, too. But you taught me that no one can trust me but myself, Yun Luoyi, do you remember? ”

Her eyes were forbearing, forbearing, and tears suddenly rolled down, and the memory of being aggrieved and unwilling to be mentioned blurred her vision.

"Yun Luoyi, do you remember?"

"Do you remember?"

As if she had collapsed, she picked up the sword in her hand and questioned Yun Luoyi, to find that the man was stunned, as if he was hiding some secret in his eyes, and was covered by a thick fog.

In that fleeting memory, he finally knew where the cowardice in his heart came from, and he desperately wanted to remember those past events, those memories were as fragile and beautiful as fireworks, and disappeared silently after being gorgeous. But no matter how those memories faded and dissolved, in the end, he would always leave the same indelible traces in his mind, and he stepped forward and pulled the woman with tears on his face into his arms.

"Madam, I have been waiting for many years. Why did you come back to me so late? ”

When I was hugged tightly by that slightly cool embrace again, I finally understood what Liu Linchuan exchanged with the Demon Sect, and the answer that was hurriedly brought in the herbal juice when I met at the beginning of that year, and even deliberately concealed, was finally understood by me clearly and thoroughly.

Do you know? He said that he was willing to be cut off all his feelings when he fell in love with the next person, because love fosters cowardice and exposes weaknesses, and he only wants to be the strongest, so he sacrifices his feelings. He said that Liu Linchuan can have these, but the master of Xingfeng can't.

Many years later, when the army of the Moying Gate came to the city and attacked the Demon Sect in one fell swoop, the blue-faced and fanged demon envoy fell to the ground and said all this with his last breath. Then the envoy laughed, as if he had won a game that he would not have lost, and he said, "The cycle of cause and effect, love is not what you wanted."

But that's all for later.

The woman was slightly stunned.

"When you're free, try the Apricot Blossom Bar."

That sentence seemed to echo in mid-air, it turned out that everything was already destined, that day I drank the apricot blossom wine you brought back in the light rain building, not bitter or astringent.