It's been the fifth day of breaking through Yuanjia Pass, and Yue Beihuai seems to be still angry with himself, so Nan Tang posted it flatteringly and gave him a cup of water.

The mountain clouds and mist she brought with her had already been drunk, otherwise she wouldn't have used water for her sins so shabbyly.

Yue Beihuai only glanced at Nan Tang lightly, and did not make a sound, his expression could not see what mood he was, he picked up a stone in his hand at random, and it seemed that he threw it easily, but it flew out more than a foot, stirring up a lot of dust.

Nan Tang was about to leave, but was stopped by him: "That's how you apologized?" What about your sincerity? ”

"You are obviously deliberately making things difficult, forget it, you just continue to be angry, it's best to be angry with you." Nan Tachibana said angrily.

She's not the kind of good-tempered person, it's been five days, and she really doesn't take the initiative to say a word to herself.

The first sentence I just said was reproachful, so I was really cautious.

"Okay, don't do it again next time."

Beihuai said with a light smile, sweeping away the haze of Nan Tang.

Nan Tang also despises himself very much, and when others smile at him, he immediately can't get angry, as the saying goes, there is some truth in reaching out and not hitting a smiling person.

And she likes the way Beihuai laughs.

He always smiled perfunctory before, and he didn't know why he suddenly changed, but now he laughs, with the taste of warm sun.

As everyone knows, the hero who changed him was Nan Tang.

She replied nonchalantly: "Maybe everyone has a chance to be forgiven, but not under the sword, the next time you make a mistake, you can kill me." ”

Nan Tang said this not to be angry, but to guarantee him.

Beihuai was stunned after hearing this, and said, "Don't be like this, I will be distressed." ”

After hearing this, Nan Tang's pupils shrank, and she felt that something in her eyes was about to overflow.

She turned her head as if to cover up, and smiled far-fetchedly: "Are you distressed?" If only I had met you sooner, I wouldn't have been like this. ”

Perhaps it was the softness that touched the deepest part of her heart, Nan Cheng slowly squatted down, hugged her head, and felt that her mind was in chaos.

There was a voice.

"Do you know who Mu Nan Tang is?"

"It's the demon with blood on his hands."

Yes, how can such a self be worthy of that high up in him?

Beihuai couldn't understand why Nan Tang changed so quickly, and gently patted her back, as if to soothe.

"Nan Tang, just say what you have, you have me now."

Nan Tang didn't seem to hear it, and he was tired of his own world, unable to extricate himself.

Some emotions are like a black mandala, eating away at your heart inch by inch until they are deeply rooted, like cinnabar in the palm of your hand.

Beihuai was a little powerless, he always didn't know her pain, he didn't know what had happened to her. It's like never being able to intervene in her world, like an outsider, helpless.

How long will it be before she can be relieved to tell her about her past?

Because only when you say it is you really let go.

It's not that he doesn't understand, there are some things that can't be forced, and it's not just a chasm that he overcomes.

But he would wait, open his arms, watch her come to him, and embrace her.