Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, thunder and lightning woke up Xi Yao, who was sleeping on the sofa, she stood up, shivering with cold, she looked at the gray sky, and it was pouring rain.

She got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the glass door, which was extremely cold in the early morning, like someone's body temperature and his indifferent face.

She walked out to the balcony and reached out to catch the raindrops, tears streaming down her cheeks, not like a scene from that memory, her eyes had lost their light, and she lived in a secluded yard. It was full of hibiscus flowers, filled with fragrance, and on that rainy day, a devil broke in, and he broke the agreement between them, and made an agreement not to see each other again, and never interfered in each other's lives, but that day, he refused to leave.

The devil was occasionally gentle, but she believed it was only because he was incomplete then.

On the street not far from her, the street lights have not been extinguished, and the orange lights shine on the raindrops very warmly, as if they are warmed by a lover's embrace.

The silver-haired boy under the street lamp, soaked in the rain, his pale face was really the same as snow. In the early hours of the morning, people are still asleep in the house, and even if they wake up, they will not rush out on such a rainy day.

When he opened his eyes, he was not awakened by the raindrops, but the heart-wrenching pain in his chest woke him up, those blue eyes, so unwilling, but there was an indelible layer of mist, no longer as clear and bright as before.

He suddenly understood, knowing that he would not survive this day, whether it was excessive blood loss, the poison of Yazhi, or this damn heart-eating pain, even if he was not injured at all, he would not survive this day, this was a day that had long been destined, and it was the day he set for himself to die.

He propped himself up, turned his head, and looked at an apartment not far away, where a woman he liked stood on the balcony that did not face him. At this moment, he wanted to see her, even if it was a glance, he also wanted to see her. But he was very afraid, and when he saw her, he was afraid that he would regret it, and he would not want to leave, or he would selfishly drag her to die with him.

In any case, he still wanted to see her, not to mention that he was so close, he was moved, he told himself that it would be fine in a while, and he would leave after a glance, he would restrain himself and not hurt her again because of his domineering and selfish character.

But the road had been so long since last night that he dragged his wreckage body, which was about to fall, in that direction.

He didn't go into the apartment because he saw her on the balcony and it turned out that she was awake.

The building is only eleven floors, but it seems to be a century apart, so far away. There was no him in her sight, there was no luster in her eyes looking into the distance, and in the black eyes with tears, she thought of him in her memory, he was far away, but he was obviously not far from her.

He said to take a look, but after seeing her, he hesitated, he was unwilling.

Originally, he also planned to let her leave him temporarily. If he was still alive, he would still take her away domineeringly, whether she wanted to or not, whether she resented him or not, he would still possess her, possess all of her.

He took it for granted that she could only belong to him, just like a thousand years ago, he was the one who picked her up, and from that moment on, her body had been branded with the right to belong to him.

Whoever made herself so unlucky and met him, she should have the consciousness to accept the consequences and bear everything. He later found out that it was he who did not have such an awareness, he was always unwilling and unwilling to admit defeat, but he surrendered for her again and again, he just didn't want to admit it.

He tried his best, the situation was out of control, maybe it wasn't that he wasn't strong enough, it was just that his weakness was too obvious, and he couldn't bear to erase the obvious flaw.

It turned out that the terrible person was not the person behind it, but he was dusty himself, the person who dug the pit was also he dusty himself, and the person who jumped into it without hesitation was still himself.

This day is the day when Fan Chen is destined to die. The traces of history have been changed to a greater or lesser extent, but the general direction has not changed.

Fan Chen once thought that killing the girl in the shadow of Xi Yao's memory would be all over and a new beginning. It is only now that he knows how powerful he was at the beginning, so strong that he himself was involved in it, and the damn cycle did not pause, and he moved forward unhurriedly without anyone knowing.

Since the dust was opened, he has not stopped running, because he didn't think about it so much, he is dead, he can't experience reincarnation, where is he still in the mood to think about anything else?

The blessing and favor of the god of death, in the words of the soothsayer, is an extreme, a blessing or a tragedy, and no one knows where the mighty force has pushed the authorities, heaven or hell.

Is it a tragedy? is it a boundless tragedy? a cycle of death that never ends, started because I hope she is happy, but has long been mired in it. The person who can't extricate himself for love may not be Xi Yao at all, but he himself is dusty.

Control, the Grim Reaper has always been in control of the world, his strong possessiveness, desire to control, only to find out in the end that he is controlled by himself. If he is ruthless, cold-blooded, and directly kills Xi Yao, who is the key point, won't this damn cycle end?

But he didn't dare to break this cycle of death with her misfortune and death, just like the decision he made at the beginning, for her, he was willing to give up reincarnation, give up the identity of the god of death, and what else he would not do.

The emotion he called garbage was his only fatal weakness.

Even if it is a tragedy, Fan Chen knows that this cycle cannot be stopped, he doesn't want her to stay in this dangerous world, he wants to hide her in a relatively safe place, he is still so domineering, he doesn't ask her opinion, what he thinks is right, it is Tianli, and it should happen like this.

But Fan Chen was unwilling, he wanted to have a future with her, instead of going through a sad history again and again, he didn't think that there would be such a result at the beginning. The person who went back to the past was Xi Yao, not him, she could remember him, but his life was without her, he couldn't remember her, he didn't remember how much he loved her, and his evil nature would still hurt her.

Experiencing it again, the same pain, the same hurt, if the result is to fall in love with her and have a bright future, he feels that it is worth it, but he clearly knows that there is no result, no future, no prospect, it is an infinite and sad cycle.

Xi Yao, who didn't know anything, still continued to fall rain, and she still imagined how to live the next days without him.

Fan Chen knew that the heart-devouring pain in his chest was actually devouring his strength, and he no longer had the extra strength to bless her. How to avoid her misfortune and stop herself from hurting her who doesn't remember this life, Fan Chen can only think of Ya Chi, the only man who has been blessed by death, who can love her for him, protect her, and even take her away from him.

He didn't want to admit Ya Chi, he didn't want her to be someone else's, but he couldn't bear to let her go through the harm he brought to her again, this damn cycle, since he couldn't stop it, let her live as happily as possible inside, it was originally started for this purpose.

Fan Chen lowered his head, turned around, moved away step by step, and gradually moved away in the rain curtain, the arrogant and cold back, no one was allowed to approach, even if he died magnificently, he would not let anyone see his gradually decomposing corpse, he wanted to be noble and spotless.

Not long after, Xi Yao on the balcony watched the sky turn white a little bit, and she didn't notice that there was another person beside her.

"Little one, I'm here to take over you. Ya Chi interrupted Xi Yao's sluggishness.

Xi Yao turned around, looked at Ya Chi who was leaning on the railing, and asked, "Ya Chi, why are you here?"

"Divorce letter, you belong to me now," he said in frustration, taking something from his waist, he spread his palms and said in frustration, "Oops, the rain is too heavy and it is drenched." ”

Xi Yao turned around and lowered her head, she didn't know what mood she was in at the moment, she hated Fan Chen, but when she heard that he had divorced her, she felt very sad, if she didn't love him enough, she shouldn't hate him so cruelly.

Ya Chi threw away the wet waste paper in his hand, looked at Xi Yao's lowered head, and asked, "What, are you still attached to him?"

Xi Yao bit her lip, her heart ached faintly, she couldn't forget him, she had long forgotten why she fell in love with him, but he didn't know when he had occupied all of her.

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, shook her head, and said, "I don't have a crush on him, it's time to end, it's long over." ”

"If I told you that he was dead, would you regret saying such a thing?"

"No......" Xi Yao turned her head, avoiding Yachi's gaze, the tears that kept pouring out, she couldn't stop anymore, she held the cold railing in her hand tightly, as if she heard the sound of her heart breaking, one by one, it hurt so much.

"Little guy, when did you become so cruel?" Although Ya Chi said this, he still stepped forward, hugged the crying Xi Yao, and said, "However, I am also a dignified man, I allow you to cry for his death today, but since dating, I hope you don't think about him anymore, let alone cry for him, forget him." ”

Ya Chi's appearance at this moment was not accidental, it was obviously with Fan Chen's permission.

A few days ago, she Xiyao was still his wife, and everyone in that world knew that she was a woman of death, and no one dared to approach her, let alone bully her.

A few days ago, she was still living in Minde House, where people called her Young Madame, and in that capacity she lived in the courtyard where he had lived since childhood, in his house, but she was often left alone, waiting for her husband to come home.

A few days earlier, she had seen a man and a woman lingering in her bed in the room, and she had fled the madness. He later found her in the alleys of the ancient city, and he was angry at her running away from home, and he said that wherever she retreated, it was his dusty woman, which is an indisputable fact.

A few days ago, he had allowed the purebred vampire to kill his wife, and he didn't even hide anything from her, just because he liked to see her crying and begging for mercy in front of him.

Now, a few days later, they no longer have any relationship, they are no longer husband and wife, and even when they are separated, they have to go through the mouth of the other to declare their relationship completely broken.

If they had been lying in that coffin together, buried in the soil at the bottom of the lake together, and sleeping together until the corpses decomposed, would they be happier than they are now, and have no regrets?