(Cat flutter Chinese) Yu reluctantly followed and returned to the silver trumpet, but the quiet and cold yard was only accompanied by the sound of ticking rain. Although he called her back in advance, he didn't say anything, just had dinner very usually.

Yue originally wanted to ask something, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that there was no need to speak.

The kiss in the dark night was originally forgotten in the depths of her memory with the sudden busyness, but once she was free, it poured into her mind like a tide and never lingered again.

The suffocating touch of the storm, the strange and somewhat sweet smell of blood still lingering in the mouth.

She subconsciously frowned, such a poignant and crazy feeling made her instinctively want to resist, but it also made her feel inexplicably familiar.

At that moment, an extremely strong feeling suddenly flashed through her mind.

She is only one step away from the truth, the past she has forgotten.

But suddenly a closed door appeared in front of her, blocking her way.

That's just the way it goes.

She seemed to be trapped in a walled chamber with the only exit in front of her, and she seemed to be able to see the glimmer of light through the crack in the door, but she couldn't find the key to open it.

Who is he?

Who is he to her?

His insane attachment to her, her repeated indulgence of him.

Is that love?

The answer seems to be on the horizon, but it is never answered.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't seem to stop at all.

The wait is really a long time.

Especially if you know that something is about to happen, but you don't know whether you are resisting or expecting it to happen.

I don't even know what kind of expression to put on.

Leaning against the doorpost, he looked through the closed door at the rain in a line.

Not only did it show no signs of stopping, but it grew bigger and bigger.

The cold, damp breath gradually dispelled the last trace of the midsummer heat, but he suddenly walked out of the room, holding the teapot in his hand to meet the clear rain.

Her room was pitch black, but his eyes were straight in the direction she was standing silently.

He couldn't see her, but he knew very clearly that she was there watching him.

This quiet and cool courtyard seems to have suddenly become a world outside the world, only you and I look at each other silently.

The teapot in his hand was full, but he was not in a hurry to go back to the room, but just withdrew his slightly wet sleeves and stood alone in the porch.

He seemed to have changed back into the quiet and introverted King Xuan, and those crazy anger and poignant persistence seemed to have all disappeared.

But did those shadows really disappear, or did they hide in some inconspicuous place, waiting to swallow him completely.

If she knew that this would be the last peace between them, perhaps she would open the door and give him a simple hug, so that the lonely and cold figure would not be so lonely.

Even if it's just a moment of warmth.

Unfortunately, that's just an if.

"Young master, the hour is almost up."

A man in black walked through her door and died, but the simple seven words were like a boulder thrown into her heart.

The hour is almost up.

Her heart suddenly began to beat wildly.

The ending is finally about to be revealed.

Death's gaze suddenly sharpened, and the rain curtain made her, who was originally hidden in the darkness, suddenly have an illusion that there is nothing to hide.

"Prepare your rain gear and go."

He threw down the words and turned back to his room, as if he were instructing the squire, but she knew it was meant to her.

Let's go.

She never had room to back down.

Or hide behind him and be a gorgeous and fragile canary.

Either face all this bloody wind and be a wild rose on a cliff.

Even if he is covered in bruises, he will never compromise.

She resolutely tightened her cuffs, tied her long hair high, and then picked up the heart and hung it around her waist.

She stretched out her right hand, but just touched the latch but paused, and after a moment she pushed the door open with great firmness and walked out.

Almost at the same time, he stepped out of the door.

He looked at Yue, who was clean and ready to go, but a complicated light flashed in his eyes.

In fact, she doesn't have to be so strict, she probably doesn't need to take action in this matter.

He vaguely knew what she was thinking, if Wei Hu led his group of bandits to resist desperately, it would probably be another fierce battle.

But that was probably just wishful thinking on her part.

Wei Hu is not only a bandit who kills people without blinking, but also a bloodless waste.

Decades of comfort did not give him a human nature, but only made him lose even the strength to hold a knife in pleasure.

He seemed to have foreseen the outcome of this bet, and there was no hope at all.

So why did he make this bet in the first place?

Can't bear to refuse her expectations?

Of course not.

If she really can't bear it, then she should be completely dead from the beginning, better than promising those bubbles that will burst at the touch of a button.

What was he thinking at the time?

In the most direct and cruel way, he forced her to grow into the sharpest knife in his hand as soon as possible.

But now, he began to wonder whether his decision was right or wrong.

After he began to realize that she was special.

He began to hesitate.

He hesitated whether he should stop the gamble that had been doomed from the beginning, or whether he should tell her directly that all her expectations were just empty fantasies.

But even if she told her, she probably wouldn't give up.

Even if he could have foreseen it, if she realized that this bet was a deliberate act of his making, just to destroy all the good intentions in her heart, it would only make their relationship worse.

Even if it's bad enough in the first place.

However, the world has proven time and again that it is not common to send charcoal in the snow, but it is common to make things worse.

Moreover, he had no doubt that sooner or later she would notice it.

So no matter what he did except watch it happen, it was just in vain.

Will she tell this cruel truth herself, or will she wait for her to witness it herself?

There was never a choice.

And, for himself, he would rather choose the latter.

His cruelty was not only to irrelevant outsiders, but also to those he loved and even to himself.

Or hide behind him and be a carefree flower, and he will block all the wind, rain, thunder and lightning for her.

But she prefers to see with her own eyes how dark those people's hearts can be.

Then she must become a cold-blooded and ruthless knife, a knife that can only be held in his hands.

As soon as Yue walked out of the door, the man in black presented an umbrella.

She had already opened her umbrella and walked into the rain, and she only had time to take another look at his side face, as if she was going to a tea party in the rain.

At that time, it was just ordinary, but I didn't know that stepping out of this door would be a parting.

The night rain in the darkness, the empty streets, and even the candlelit windows of the past were turned off early, as if the rest of a city had been annihilated in this boundless rain.

She could barely see the road ahead, and only his determined figure was left in front of her.

Chen's house.

A vermilion carved gate, a mansion that occupies a corner of its own.

Seeing that the carved door was already in sight, her heart suddenly jumped wildly.

"Plop! Thump! ”

Even louder than the incessant sound of rain.

The man in black who followed him took a few steps forward and knocked on the closed door.

The door opened.

The door was opened by another man in black with a blank face.

Yue didn't know what this meant, but her left hand, which was holding the umbrella, suddenly began to tremble slightly.

She was afraid that once she crossed the threshold, she would be another bloody ghost.

It wasn't until she vaguely heard a faint cry coming from inside the door that she barely managed to calm down.

If you are alive, there is still hope if you are alive.

But when she saw the scene in the backyard with her own eyes, she found that the distance between life and hope was unprecedentedly far.

"Young master, there are a total of forty-seven people in the Chen Mansion, including an unborn child. Except for Wei Hu, it's all here. ”

This is the scene that Yue saw when he entered this back garden, and all men, women, and children were kneeling in the pouring rain.

A woman with Rokka's arms was wailing and crying, but more, all that was left was trembling numbness.

"Where's Wei Hu?"

"I escaped."

"Escaped alone?!"

Yue screamed in disbelief, she couldn't believe it at all, Wei Hu actually abandoned the people of this entire courtyard and escaped alone.

There are forty-seven people, eleven biological flesh and blood who have not yet become adults, and one child who has not yet been born.

"Alone."

The man in black gave her an indifferent look and repeated those three words firmly. After he finished speaking, he said no more, but glanced at her again with a slight disgust.

What a woman who gets in the way.

No matter how high the martial arts are, if the heart is not ruthless enough, it is just a useless burden after all.

"Tell her everything."

Although the man in black was not angry in his heart, he did not dare to disobey the order of death, so he reluctantly opened his mouth.

"Last night, we sent the black killing order to Wei Hu according to the young master's instructions, and then we have been hiding in the Chen Mansion to keep an eye on Wei Hu's movements. But for a whole day, Wei Hu didn't tell anyone about it at all. On the contrary, during the daytime, all the properties under his name that could be sold were sold at low prices, and all the gold and silver jewelry that was inconvenient to carry were also exchanged for silver tickets. When the gates were about to be closed, he took them with him and went out of the city alone in the crowd. ”

"No way... No way... Even if he doesn't care about others, yet ... These are his own flesh and blood! ”

Yue muttered to herself in a lost mind, she couldn't believe that Wei Hu had actually chosen to flee alone.

For a whole day, even if it was just one child, he only had to take one of his favorite children, and these forty or so people would be saved!

"Oh, if you don't believe me, you can ask this yard full of witnesses!"

He chuckled suddenly, but even he didn't know why he was laughing.

He seemed to have tasted the bitterness in his heart, such a familiar and unfamiliar paralyzing feeling.

It hurts a little, and I suffocate and shrink.

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