Min Rou followed the sound and looked at the place where the accident happened at her feet, she squinted her eyes slightly, crossed the countless lights, and saw the girl who had fallen into the water.

It's her—

Qinyue?

She struggled hopelessly in the river, she was so thin, so small, the cold winter water was bitterly cold, and in a short time her cotton clothes were soaked with water, and became precipitated, like a stone, dragging her straight down.

The people on the shore were still crying out, but no one would go down to save her.

"Heh......"

Min Rou sneered softly, and the white air in her mouth came out, which was three points cooler than the wet and cold air in winter. People in this world have always swept the snow in front of their doors, and now in this weather, too, who wants to jump down and save an irrelevant person?

What's more, it's still a woman, since ancient times, men and women have not kissed, and at that time, things will be cut and messed up.

Her eyes are extremely beautiful, the kind of peach blossom eyes that are picked at the end of the eyes, but they also give people a feeling that they are always difficult to get close to, and her pupils are misty at this time, as if covered with a veil, so that people can't see what she is thinking.

The girl was still struggling in the river beneath her feet, her face twisted by the desire to survive, her neck raised high like a swan with a broken neck, her nose fluttering desperately, pouring air into her lungs, and her lips were frighteningly white. Min Rou thought, she really wants to live, right? After all, there was such a man by her side.

What about Mo Quan? Where has her patronus gone?

Minrou knew this feeling very well, at the beginning, she was also like being squeezed by the boundless river, squeezing the air out of her lungs little by little, and the darkness tightly wrapped around her, so that her world could not see a trace of light, as if she was trapped at the bottom of the dark river, and never wanted to climb up again.

At that time, she was so unwilling, she hadn't won Mo Quan's heart, and she had not had time to ask him if he had treated him sincerely, so she passed away.

So, at this moment, she is really real, she has a killing machine, what if Qin Yue dies like this? Will he give me a second look?

A cruel voice in her heart told her: No, Minrou, you just die! Even if Qin Yue died, she could still re-enter the reincarnation, and Mo Qian would find her and continue to protect her, just like she had for hundreds of years before!

Then she was desperate and discouraged, really, Min Rou thought, why should her mind be so clear? Once in a while, let her be willful and daydream, that's good.

Even if you wake up from a dream and face endless loneliness and the pain of having your heart pierced, it doesn't matter.

Minrou couldn't pass the bottom of her heart after all, she quietly dived to the bottom of the river, dragged out Qin Yue, who was already powerless to struggle and sank softly to the bottom of the river, and took Qin Yue out of another no-man's corner.

She didn't have a snort anymore, Min Rou wondered, was this her fault?

Her father and mother taught her to behave elegantly and be kind, and not to think of harming people's lives, but this girl fell into the river in front of her eyes today, and only lived for eighteen years if she was not saved by her death.

Minrou saw her when she was a child, and she quietly went to see it when she was born, a small and thin ball, like a cat, and anyone who knows a little numerology knows that such a child has a rough fate, and it is not a longevity in the end.

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