His gaze lingered on her face, and he raised his hand to pull the hair off her face as before, Ling Ling's body subconsciously stepped back and said softly,

"Answer me."

The slender fingers paused in the air, silent for a moment, he helplessly tugged at the corners of his mouth, and looked into Ling Ling's eyes with a deep and complex gaze,

"I'm Mu Bai, and it's also Bai Feiye."

His voice added Bai Feiye's unique magnetism, and Ling Ling's mind frantically recalled all kinds of things he had used to be in King Jing's Mansion, good, bad, sad, and regretful...... The coldness in her heart expanded, and the breath in her body began to flow wantonly, her body couldn't help but tremble, but her eyes were always staring at him with confirmation again and again.

"Why are you ......?"

One is a person who has always just used her, has been forgotten by her, and occasionally remembers but will still be uncomfortable; One is to be there for her at all times. She has long been accustomed to being a part of her life, the only thing that makes her want to trust everyone...... But why, why would they be the same person!

Ling Ling's body trembled more and more, and she gritted her teeth and tried to control her chaotic internal breath.

Mu Bai, it should be Bai Feiye, he stepped forward and raised his hand to help her regulate her internal breathing, but without any defense, there was a tingling pain in his left shoulder......

He stood tall and lowered his eyes to look at the small silver flying knife tied to his left shoulder, and the handle of the knife was engraved with the eye-catching word "Ling".

His mind was in chaos, Ling Ling always hoped that it was just a dream, but what he was seeing in front of him was real, familiar and unfamiliar. She wanted to resist, she wanted to escape, and reason had to make her accept this reality!

The two feelings in her heart are entangled and collided with each other, and she is in a lot of trouble at the moment.

Seeing the eye-catching blood on his yellow shirt, she hurriedly withdrew her hand and stepped back again to distance herself from him.

The two stood staring at each other and were silent for a long time, letting the wind blow their hair and the corners of their clothes.

The smell of blood in the air was mixed with the fragrance of flowers that made Ling Ling feel at ease, a drop of rain slid down her forehead, the hand under the sleeve was clenched, her fingertips pinched the palm hard, her eyes were faintly cold, and the corners of her naturally raised mouth looked a little mocking, she sneered,

"What to do, there is always a feeling of being tricked."

"I'm not ......"

"Don't explain,"

Her gaze was a little resolute and cold. He was shocked in his heart, he always remembered such a look, after she burned down the Xue Ning Pavilion, she also looked at him with the same eyes, his lips moved slightly, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"When I'm calm, maybe, I'll come to you for an answer, until then,"

Ling Ling's heart was crossed, and he turned around and stopped looking at him,

"To each his own."