"You already recognized me?" Ling Shang didn't seem surprised.

"No, you've changed so much that I've never been sure it's you." Ye Mujing smiled miserably.

"Since you can empathize with the scholar of the princess's mansion, you can also empathize with Ling Shang who has just arrived in Luoyang......" Ling Shang lowered his eyes, "Then let me go." ”

"But they are all you—the third prince is you, Ayan is you, and Ling Shang is you."

"To you, they're three people."

"yes...... At first, I thought that I was too abusive, and I clearly had three princes in my heart, but I pretended to be 'him'...... And then it was Ling Shang......"

“……”

"But I also understand that the reason why I fell in love with 'him' and the doctor who saved me in Tangfu was because of these two people...... There is the shadow of the three princes. ”

Ling Shang furrowed his brows in annoyance.

This is not the first time that Ye Mujing has confessed to him like this.

"Your Highness Jing, I said it very clearly," Ling Shang's voice did not have the slightest emotion, "If you want to seek death, I will not stop you." But you ...... Why do something that worries him? ”

Ye Mujing naturally understood who "he" Ling Shang was referring to.

He had never thought of becoming the only one of Ling Shang.

I never had the luxury of hoping to get Ling Shang's heart.

He hadn't thought of getting anything from Ling Shang at all.

If there is really any extravagant hope, it is the life that will exist in Ling Shang forever.

Ling Shang can go in and out with the person he admires, and only treat him as air.

As long as Ling Shang doesn't drive himself away, he doesn't completely dissociate himself from him.

However, Ling Shang was not even willing to satisfy this humble hope.

Tears couldn't stop falling, and I couldn't even suppress the sound of sobbing.

Ye Mujing cried embarrassedly, and Ling Shang saw that his chest was tight.

Sleepless all night, coupled with the loss of a lot of essence and blood to save Ye Mujing, Ling Shang was vaguely out of breath.

If Ye Mujing was a little more greedy and wanted more, Ling Shang would be able to hate him happily.

But Ye Mujing's appearance of wanting nothing else, Ling Shang couldn't hate it no matter what.

That...... I can only hate myself more.

has caused a lot of debts, but it is not in vain to come to this world.

Scold.

Ling Shang put out the candle lamp, only to find that the sky was already bright.

Stepping out of the door, I saw a snow-sculpture-like Ye Mushen kneeling with his head bowed.

His lips were slightly open, and there was snow on his lips.

A thin layer of snow foam was piled up on his long eyelashes, which weighed heavily on his starry eyes.

His hands were half-tucked into his sleeves; The fingers exposed to the cold wind were red and stiff from the cold.

It can be imagined that his whole body has frozen.

Ling Shang's eyes were suddenly stained with scarlet, and his beautifully bandaged wrist was once again blurred with blood.

This man should hate himself to death?

…… So...... Just right.

Ling Shang didn't say a word, and strode away from Xiaoao Hall.

Golden sunlight paved the snow-covered streets.

Pedestrians on the road seemed to be happy with this year's snowfall.

Joy is always someone else's.

Ling Shang recruited a carriage and fell asleep on the way back to the Hou Mansion.

In my dream, at the end of the vast grassland, there was a deep mountain.

Deep in the mountains, a deep valley, there are all kinds of strange and poisonous things.

Of course, there are also countless putrid corpses and air-dried skeletons.

Every day, the valley is filled with a disgusting encroachment.

What is a highly venomous snake?

What is a rotten corpse?

What is it if it is gnawed beyond recognition and has no skin?

Isn't all the creatures that have eaten the flesh and blood of teenagers come to an end?

They suck their own blood and gnaw their own flesh...... But he still can't die.

Are they too hard, or are they too weak?

The carriage stopped, and the coachman woke up Ling Shang worriedly, "Childe, the Hou Mansion has arrived." ”

Ling Shang opened his eyes, palpitating slightly, only to feel a chill in his spine.