The hand that never shook with a knife is now shaking.

In the face of death, the muscles on Shi Wei's body were tense and trembling, his blood was boiling and rushing to an unprecedented level, and the blush of his warm and handsome face became more and more intense.

He was scared, and at the same time he was looking forward to it.

The sharp pain didn't diminish his excitement, he was laughing, his eyes greedy and eager.

Come on, kill him.

But in the end, the sharp dagger did not cut his throat after all, but left.

Shen Yue stood up and didn't give Shi Wei a look.

Compared with the pain in his neck, compared to death, Shen Yue's ignoring and not looking at him made Shi Wei feel more tormented.

The placket was a little messy, and the cold wind blew in, and it got into the body along the collar, and it was very cold.

He threw the dagger in his hand to the ground casually, making a crisp sound.

Gracefully and unhurriedly, Shen Yue was wearing a dark green coat, her face was whiter than the snow outside, and she was tied with a thunder belt of the same color around her waist.

She was thin, with a small face, beautiful and noble.

Lowering her eyes, the water vapor filled her expression.

She said.

"Shen Yaojin, for your sake, I can spare his life."

Shen Yaojin's cold and tight jaw line loosened, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved a slight arc.

However, the smile on his face didn't last long before it was shattered by Shen Yue's next sentence.

"From now on, we don't owe each other."

Shen Yue's gaze swept around his face lightly, then smoothed the folds on his clothes, didn't say anything, and wanted to leave after passing his side.

The arm was violently restrained by a large hand.

A man's low, angry voice came from beside him, almost gritting his teeth.

"What do you mean?"

Shen Yue was forced to stop, and did not turn his head to look at Shen Yaojin, really unwilling to look.

I don't want to look at it.

Her neck was slender, half of her dark hair was scattered behind her, and the flesh on her neck was delicate and snow-white, and the cold tone was like a thin layer of frost hanging from the branches outside.

So cold, so resolute, it seems that he really doesn't want to prick his head at him.

Shen Yaojin didn't know what she was obsessed with, and tried her best to restrain the sound of breathing, but she still felt a subtle choking with pain from the depths of her throat.

"Fourth Brother ......"

Before she said two words, she was interrupted by Shen Yue's expressionless face, her expression was very light, and her long and thick eyelashes trembled.

She said, "Don't call me Fourth Brother, I'm not your Fourth Brother." ”

This sentence suddenly exploded in his mind like a bomb, and without warning, the hand that was holding Shen Yue's arm was so hard that the finger bones seemed to be completely shattered.

His face turned pale, and the panic that poured out of him seemed to annihilate him completely.

Everything in front of him was blurry, and he felt as if something was going out of his control, heading in an unknown direction, and he wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

He felt as if he had done something wrong.

However, I don't know how to make up for it.

Without waiting for him to think clearly, Shen Yue didn't give him time at all, broke his fingers little by little, and then left without looking back.

The dark green figure, thin and straight, like the only proud green bamboo in the snow, lonely and fragile, swayed by the cold and fierce cold wind.

He watched until the figure disappeared.

The warm liquid burst out of his eyes and turned cold on his face.

He took a breath and muttered to himself: "Fourth brother......"

Nothing responded.

No one will respond either.

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Snowflakes were sprinkled all over the sky, and the gray sky was filled with lead-gray clouds, and a cold snap swept in.

Fu'an was holding an umbrella beside her, and the lake was covered with layers of ice, desolate and miserable, and at the same time breathtakingly beautiful.

Pushing Fu'an away, Shen Yue walked to the lake alone.

Fu'an wanted to come over to hold an umbrella for Shen Yue, but was stopped by her.

"You stand here, don't follow."

With these words, Shen Yue moved forward alone.

The plum blossoms fell one by one and fell to the snow, like drops of red ink on rice paper.

She looked up at the plum blossoms blooming in the cold wind, and looked at them for a long time, her eyes were calm and calm.

It's as if you've seen it all.

This lake was the place that Shen Yue was most afraid of when she was young, because she almost died here, so she always had a sense of fear.

The prince was demoted to a commoner, and his life in Chang'an City was not good, and he heard that he was carrying goods by the sea and doing some worthless manual work.

She hated the prince and longed for the other party to die.

But now that the prince is worse than dead, she is confused.

She stood quietly in the snow for a long time, her dark green coat was about to be dyed white, the cold wind blew, the hair color hanging behind her churned slightly, and some snowflakes shook off.

A bright red plum blossom fell on her eyelashes, and in the blink of an eyelash, they fell lightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Later, it was Fu'an who stepped forward, shielded the umbrella from the snowflakes and the cold wind, and the cold and numb fingers hanging by his side were also wrapped in a warm palm.

Fu'an's breath was hot, and he couldn't see His Highness show such an expression, which made his heart uncomfortable.

Shen Yue turned his head slightly sideways to look at Fu'an, his dark eyes reflecting Fu'an's pale face and reddened eyes.

"Your Highness, aren't you most afraid of the cold?"

With just such words, he almost broke all the defenses in Shen Yue's heart.

Someone touched her head, very gently.

All the grievances and embarrassments came to her heart in an instant, she was uncomfortable, her chest was suffocating, her breathing became difficult, and the sour heat made her eyes hot.

At that moment, she wanted to say everything, but she didn't know where to start, her throat was dry, and she couldn't even say a word.

She forced herself to calm down, breathing heavily, forcing herself to calm down.

Still, the tears rolled down, along the snow-white sickly face, slid over the jaw, and then fell into the placket, and the long eyelashes were wet with moisture.

"Fu'an ......"

worked very hard, and just called out Fu'an's name.

Fu'an watched, his breath trembled, and his heart was restless and helpless.

Almost hurriedly wiped the tears on Shen Yue's face, the tears were obviously cold, but when they fell into his palm, it was like a burning red brand scalding down, and the pain made his soul curl up.

His Royal Highness has a soft heart and loves to cry, and he can cry for a long time when he cries, and it is difficult to coax.

She cried, without a sound, just shaking her shoulders, expecting Ai Ai, which was particularly pitiful.