When everyone was gone, the cell returned to its usual silence.

Yu Youwei looked at the ear that she had bitten off on the ground, and suddenly felt weak and fell to the ground.

Later, the jailer's eyes were also red, and the feet that kicked her must have used all their strength. Otherwise, she wouldn't feel the pain of falling apart all over her body at this moment.

She clutched the clothes on her chest in pain, and the smell of blood was already thick in her throat. She suddenly felt a suffocating pain in her chest, and when she lowered her head, she spat out a pool of blood.

Looking at the blood on the ground, Yu Youwei pulled out a wry smile. She took out the jade pendant from her bosom and held it tightly in her hand.

A mist gradually gathered in her eyes, and she knew that the master was still trying to find a way to save her. But from the moment she entered this prison, she gave up hope of life.

After all, her green Qiao is still waiting for herself, she can't let her wait any longer, she has already paid enough for herself in this life.

The mist turned into teardrops, which dripped out of the eye sockets and dripped onto the jade pendant.

Yu Youwei straightened up and picked up the fragments of the bowl not far away, which she had deliberately broken two days ago.

She rolled up her sleeves, and the old scar on her wrist appeared in front of her. How she had hated herself for doing this, but now she was going to do it again.

Her fingers lightly ** the scar, and when she closed her eyes, the scene could still appear clearly in her mind. Memories are always so beautiful, but when she opens her eyes, reality will appear in front of her eyes. She was still sitting in this cold, damp cell.

Yu Youwei used the shards to scratch the scar again, the color of the blood was like a delicate rose, and the blood gradually flowed down her arm to the jade pendant she held in her hand.

At the moment when the blood and the jade pendant intersected, the blood seemed to be sucked away, and there was no trace of it, only the jade pendant emitted a faint light.

Yu Youwei thought that the last time it was her hallucination, but it appeared so clearly in front of her at this moment, which made a trace of surprise flash in her eyes. She threw away the fragments in her hand and placed the jade pendant on the wrist, just to block the color of the blood.

A smile appeared on her face again, and she muttered, "Master, I owe Lu Qiao a life, and I must pay it back to her now." If there is an afterlife, please don't see each other again. ”

As the amount of blood loss increased, Yu Youwei's vision became blurry. She used her last strength and read: "Cover your sleeves in shame, and be lazy to put on makeup." It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is difficult to find lovers. Tears lurking on the pillow, and the intestines are broken between the flowers. I can peek at Song Yu, why hate Wang Chang. ”

The sound falls, and the soul disappears.

When Wen Tingyun was busy discussing the robbery with the organization of the rivers and lakes, news suddenly came that Miaoyin and Mengqiu committed suicide in fear of crime, and Yu Youwei also issued a sentence and had been executed.

For so many days, Wen Tingyun's support was gone, and he instantly felt like his world had collapsed. He fell seriously ill and lay in bed to recuperate for more than a month.

This news also spread in Chang'an, who would have thought that such a woman would die like this. There are those who are spurned by the world, those who are pitied and those who are ridiculed. But all of this will eventually fade over time and be forgotten by all.

When Wen Tingyun regained his strength, it was also the spring of the following year. In this spring, he walked along the familiar path into Yu Youwei's former home.

The apricot blossom trees in the courtyard are still blooming, blooming better than usual, and the petals are drifting in the air with the wind. Everything is still the same, it's just that the people are gone.

He sat at the stone table, imagining her handing over a pink flower note. At that time, she was a pink little girl, and she was so lively and innocent. Surrounded by him all day long, the immature voice called "master, master".

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He was the one who hurt her.

A drizzle fell from the sky, dripping on his face, making him feel a little cool. Looking back, when I set foot on this road, it was also raining.

The rain had brought the little girl into his world, but the last snow of last winter had taken her away from him.

He sat at the stone table for a long time, his mind full of the scene he had had been with her. It was also because of these memories that he had the confidence to face that time without himself.

He came to Xianyiguan, and at this time, Xianyiguan was no longer as prosperous as it used to be, and only a few little Daogu were still here.

He followed the direction he had remembered to her yard. But the yard was completely different from when he first came, and the desolation and dilapidation at this time seemed to tell the story of the departure of the owner of the yard.

He stood in front of the door of her study, and he thought it must be her favorite place to stay. He pushed the door open, and everything in the room was the same as it had been when she was alive.

He walked over to the desk and looked at a book of his poems that she had put together with her own hand, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Flipping through her inkstones, it was all a person's name and a poem written to a person. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, maybe he missed her in this life.

He packed all her belongings, except for the book of poems and the ink treasure in two parts, which was probably the last thing she left for him.

Before leaving, he took out a jade pendant from his bosom and put it on the table. This jade pendant was finally bought back from a jailer at a high price. When he got it back, it was not so clean and immaculate, as if it had been stained with blood, but he couldn't wipe it off no matter how much he wiped it.

He walked out of the room, and at the last moment when he turned to close the door, he looked at the jade pendant on the table with nostalgia, and the scene when he was given to her came to his mind.

At that time, she seemed to have never seen such a treasure, and her eyes were wide in shock, and she looked incredulous. I don't know why I gave her the jade pendant given by the prince, I'm afraid she walked into his heart at that time.

There will be a moment when the door will be closed, and there will be a time when people will be separated.

He took one last look at the courtyard where she lived, and he didn't know if she was happy or unhappy without him.

He turned his head and walked away without hesitation, knowing that even if he guarded this courtyard any longer, he would not be able to guard her.

He has lived most of his life, and if he wants to say that the most wrong thing he has done in his life is to pretend not to love her.