Chapter 128: Bing Yan's Letter

Before Li Mu could come to his senses, Liu Siyan walked forward with some heavy and slightly sad steps towards the Bingyan boudoir.

"Bingyan, I will avenge you." Liu Siyan spoke, and his jointed fingers slowly bulged some joints outward because of the tight force.

The sound of the joints rattling with a "click" added fuel to the anger in his heart.

Bingyan in his heart is not just as simple as friendship, but also a kind of brother's love for his sister.

Because Bingyan's appearance is a bit like that of her dead sister, and her temperament is quite similar, Liu Siyan is willing to take the initiative to become friends with her.

Liu Siyan held back his sadness, shook his head slightly, and the flowers and trees around him came into view.

The scenery is still the same, but the people who are watching are different.

"When people die, they still have to deal with the aftermath quickly." Liu Siyan said silently in his heart, with a stoic expression on his face that was close to calm.

"Da da da", Liu Siyan walked forward frantically, but the steps under his feet were a little unsteady, and occasionally some uneven ground on the road would jam the soles of his feet, and the scenes of getting along with Bingyan in the past also appeared in front of him.

"Click", it suddenly rained in the sky, although it was not particularly heavy, but it was enough to drench people.

Liu Siyan slowly stopped his footsteps and raised his head slightly, a little dark and even a little depressed, as if he was in the mood at this time.

"Bingyan, are you crying?" This sentence suddenly came out of Liu Siyan's mouth for some reason, and the corners of his eyes opened out, but he sighed at me with a coolness and quickly spit it out of his mouth.

"Alas......" Liu Siyan continued to raise his eyes, the rain hit his eyelids and couldn't open them, and some water was poured into his ears, and a cold chill surrounded his entire body.

His knees went limp, and he knelt on the ground, when an umbrella suddenly propped up on top of him.

Liu Siyan paused, then wiped the rain stuck in his eye socket with his hand, and his somewhat hazy vision began to unfold slowly.

"Is that you?"

"Hmm....... You'd better go pack up some of the clothes of the girl so you can bury her." Li Mu paused, then finished the whole sentence with a trembling tone, and when he spoke, his eyes kept looking obliquely forward.

How he wished that all this in front of him could be washed away by the rain.

Liu Siyan's heart sank, in the past, he had an arrogant and domineering attitude towards Li Mu, but today he has a generous attitude towards himself, and he is really a little ashamed.

Soon, a hint of anger welled up on his brow.

"Isn't this Jiang Chen's behavior in the past?"

It seems that I haven't met a good master, and I have really suffered a few lifetimes of sin.

"Alas......." A sigh was followed by a contemptuous self-deprecation, "I don't blame others, I blame myself for being blind." ”

After Liu Siyan said this sentence in his heart, he cast an apologetic look at Li Mu, endured all kinds of emotions in his heart, and said lightly, "You're right, let's go!" ”

"Da Da Da Da" ....... After a thoughtful but slightly heavy step, Liu Siyan and Li Mu came to Bingyan's residence.

"Crunch", gently pushed the door open, and a faint fragrance rushed up, but unconsciously made Liu Siyan's eyes red.

Liu Siyan's eyes were lowering, but a voice behind him sounded,

"Brother Liu, this is for you." It was a young boy who spoke, his name was Zhao Yan, and he was the son of the housekeeper.

Liu Siyan calmed down, then bent down slightly, with a cautious expression, and took the paper from Zhao Yan's hand in a little panic.

Some of the slightly furrowed brows with a little cold mixed with cold features, slowly twisted left and right.

Some trembling fingers just opened the paper, and the ice face at the place where the pen fell fell into view.

Sure enough, it was her!

Bingyan, do you have anything to say to me unfinished? Still, there is something unfulfilled that I need to help you fulfill.

As long as I can do it, it's okay to let this life go.

Anyway, a lot of things don't make sense.