In an empty room, a man with a Sanskrit mantra mask sat in a wheelchair, his fingers were jointed, caressing his cheeks, and he seemed unusually quiet.

"So, she's not lightly hurt?" The masked man asked lightly, not hearing the slightest anger, this voice was clearly the person who gave the blood jade bracelet to Younier that day.

"Yes, it's useless to leave, it's a step too late." Li'er replied that she knew that behind the silence would be a devastating explosion.

"Li'er, you have followed me for so many years, you should know that she is my reverse scale, and she will die if she touches it!" The man in the mask is gentle as if he is telling warm love words.

Li'er raised his head, took a serious look at the man in the mask, his eyes suddenly filled with tears, and said, "I know, Li'er is at the mercy of his master." ”

"Do you remember what you are?" The masked man seemed to be touched by tears, paused, and continued to ask.

"Li'er was originally a yellow bird, but thanks to the great grace of the master, he cultivated his human form." Li'er replied that all kinds of things in the past are still vivid, but she has been thinking for many years, if she is still a bird, whether the master will still put her in his hand every day to play, and occasionally touch the feathers on her head,

"Wrong, your benefactor, it's not me, it's her, you are a gift from her, that's why I treat you wholeheartedly, and now, you have forgotten your benefactor, and I can't keep you." The masked man stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed Li'er's neck, Li'er struggled to turn into his true form, it was indeed a beautiful bird, but at this time it was struggling, its feathers withered, and it was extremely miserable.

The masked man looked at the almost dying bird in front of him, as if he had returned to that day.

"Brother, you should be able to save it, right?" At that time, they were still young, according to the age of man, but the size of twelve or thirteen years old, and she carefully held a bird in her hand, ran to her brother, and asked earnestly, her eyes seemed to be pity.

"Sister, Father God said that everything has a calamity, and you master the life and death of the Six Realms, so you shouldn't have these little compassions." The elder brother did not take the bird, but stroked his sister's half head short of him and sighed.

"Brother, you should be gracious and compassionate, but you are willing to save it." My sister raised her head with anticipation in her eyes.

The elder brother took the bird with both hands, touched the bird's little head with his fingertips, and smiled at his sister and said, "Sister, this oriole bird is quite cute, is it a gift from my sister to my brother, my brother will take good care of it." ”

The younger sister knew that if the father knew that she begged her brother to save a bird, he would punish her severely, and if she gave it to her brother as a gift, whether her brother saved it or not was another matter.

"That's what I gave to my brother, I'm sure my brother will be good to it." My sister smiled too, and her mouth was filled with sweet dimples.

The warmth between the brothers and sisters also seemed to infect the bird that had fallen away, and he staggered to hold up his unstable head, and saw the little boy holding himself, at a young age, he was already as dazzling as a god, and he was born with an indescribable aura.

That warm smile, just like that, is deeply engraved in the bird's heart.

Later, Li'er changed her name to Li'er, and this smile became a rare color in Li'er's life in the passing years!

Time flies, and memories flash in front of Li'er's eyes like a horse watching flowers.