The open hall was as quiet as snow, except for the faint sound of slender fingertips opening a book.

The lines of words, one by one, clearly fell into the bottom of the eye, bringing an impact that went straight to the depths of the heart.

That year, there was an inadvertent glimpse, and the boy sank from then on.

Unable to extricate himself from chasing and looking up, as if he was uncontrollable by the head of the lowered, he disobeyed his father's orders and took pills, just to become the first master of the Nine Pavilions.

Moths put out the fire and kill themselves.

practiced martial arts without sleep, knowing that he couldn't do it, his mind became stronger and stronger day by day, and he was so crazy that he had no reason, just to get closer to him......

Madness is so irrational.

It turned out that he ...... Becoming the number one master is not for power, nor for glory, but only for ...... Just to get closer to him?

Di Xiu frowned and continued to flip through.

This notebook was written in a hurry, and the number of words was not much, but the brilliant and desperate words between the lines came into view one by one and entered the bottom of his heart, making his calm heart like a stagnant water irrepressibly rippling.

It turned out that in his eyes, he and him were the difference between clouds and mud.

Looking up at him, chasing him, the boy lowered himself to the dust.

It turned out that the hunt for the snow wolf was to make him a big one.

Emperor Xiu subconsciously wanted to frown, a person with deep internal strength, true qi can keep out the cold, where do you need that kind of useless thing?

However......

"If someone is desperately scarred and only wants to hunt two snow wolves to make a big piece for me, I will be moved, even if I can't return the affection, I shouldn't punish him in cold blood and ruthlessly, and cool his enthusiasm into ice inch by inch."

Cold-blooded and ruthless......

Full of enthusiasm, inch by inch cooled into ice.

Passionate, cooled into ice...... Got it?

The emperor cultivated his eyes, hiding the strange color under his eyes, and his slender fingers turned the pages, only to fully experience the sorrow in the hearts of the people who wrote.

I burned life with blazing fire at an accelerated pace, hastened the pace of death.

It is my destiny to put out the fire and turn it into ashes.

Zixi, I don't hate him.

Just looking up to him, from the rising sun, to the sunset, until the final darkness.

Do you resent the night?

No.

Neither will I.

I just can't afford to chase anymore, because my life will end at night......

In the next life, I hope that I can be a real moth, and I will become ashes in an instant after putting out a fire, without having to endure all kinds of hardships and hardships in this life.

Zixi, in fact, I don't deserve to be your friend.

One is a lowly pet, and the other is a noble and unparalleled empress, how can they be mentioned side by side?

That's tarnishing your reputation......

Spoiled?

The Pavilion Master frowned, and without knowing what suddenly came to mind, he turned the page back, and his eyes fell on the sentence in the middle of the page.

He had been recuperating all winter, and he had been warming his bed—warming the bed for the pavilion master.

He became the courtier's favorite.

Di Xiu quietly searched for the time in his memory, his eyes did not change for a long time, as if he was losing his mind.

Spoiled?

I don't know how long it took, his eyes drooped, and his bony fingers finally turned the pages again, looking through them page by page, until he saw the last four words:

Qin Shang is unique.

Di Xiu raised his eyes and looked at the sky in the distance.

The prosperity in the palace is different from the transcendent coldness at the top of the Nine Pavilions, but staying here, he still seems to be able to feel the loneliness that comes out of his bones.

It has been with him for twenty-six years, and he is alone.