Alan leaned over and picked up the clogs, silently placing them at Hua Zhen's feet, as far as the eye could see, it was a beautiful foot in snow socks, and a few raindrops were stained on the tips of the raised foot, which was crystal clear.

Something suddenly crossed his lifeless eyes, like wildfire burning through the wasteland.

The hand he placed at his side suddenly clenched, the back of his hand was bruised and protruding, and his knuckles were a little white.

But he quickly let go of his hand again, straightened up, took two steps back, and stood upwind.

There were many holes in the rocks, the largest of which was hidden behind Alain, and the wind swept in the rain from time to time, and his back was soon wet.

For some reason, the cold and damp clothes that stuck to the back of his heart softened his rigid expression in an instant, as if he could bear these little storms for his master, which was enough to comfort his heart.

"Didn't you say that the prince had a letter? What about faith?" Hanama put on her clogs, and immediately lowered her eyebrows and fiddled with her rain-soaked skirt, shaking off a few mud stars on it, and spoke in a tone of impatience, still not glancing at her guards.

Alain turned his face sideways, and the secret softness on his face dimmed in an instant.

Actually, what if you see?

Even if those eyes as beautiful as stars looked at him, it was no different from looking at a grass or a stone, and the casual, casual eyes seemed to not look at a man named Alain, but only at a random object—

Dispensable, inconspicuous objects that are placed anywhere.

After standing quietly for a moment, Alain took a large red gold envelope from his bosom and handed it to Hua Zhen.

Hua Zhen was dazzled by the bright red in his palm, and the bottom of her pupils was brightly reflected, and she couldn't wait to take the letter, open it and read it.

The letter was long, two full pages long, and her eyes eagerly slid over the floral ornament on the note, catching every word and sentence on it.

Gradually, a smile climbed the corners of her lips, and her whole person exuded a bright and joyful look, and a faint flush appeared on her face, like a blooming flower.

Alain's slender eyes rolled in this direction, and the gloom on his face was like the gloomy sky outside the mountains and rocks, and soon spread to his whole body.

It took less than a breath for him to transform into the lifeless swordsman Alain again.

Sometimes, he would actually wish that he would become a letterhead held lightly by the white fingers, or the handwriting on those letterheads that he did not recognize, so that he could also become a real existence under the bright eyes, to be watched and looked forward to so eagerly.

It was raining heavily.

The wind lifted the rain curtain, and the whole world seemed to be shaking in the wind and rain, and this small ashlar cave was not spared.

Alain took two more steps to the left, and the raindrops splashed into the holes hit his cheeks, but he seemed to be unaware of it, and his two hands unconsciously coiled the jade pendant under the hilt of the sword.

The face, the white hook, and the crack on the hilt of the sword are the same as ever.

At that moment, the fire in my heart was burned out by the cold. He thought that none of the people who looked at him squarely, who were actually standing before him—or the dead, could not give him such hope. ….

His flexed fingers stretched out and tensed spasmodically, remembering his name in the rivers and lakes.

Gutless sword.

How ridiculous. He thought again.

It was obvious that those dead people were hollowed out by him, but why did he always feel that he was the one who was hollowed out.

He plucked the hearts of others, but he himself had long since lost his heart, his lungs, and in many cases, he did not even have a sword.

He is like this mountain with holes...... No, he may not even be able to compare to this mountain stone, because the huge hole in his heart cannot give more shelter to the person in front of him, but this mountain stone can accommodate a pair of men and women who are sheltering from the wind and rain, and their souls have never been so close as they are now.

He rolled his eyes to the girl who looked down at the letter, at the beaded bun that was close to his chin.

As long as he raised his hand, he could touch the trembling pearl on the pearl flower.

This sudden thought made the wildfire in the man's eyes burn again, and the fingers of the sword moved subconsciously.

The jade pendant was slightly cool and heavy, and the touch seemed to be some kind of warning, or reminder, telling him that it was not a strand of hair that he could touch.

The smooth and delicate strands of hair were just a stone's throw away from him, a trench that he could not get close to in his life.

Who taught him to be the child of a lowly slave?

There seemed to be a loud bang in Alain's heart, and the sound was so loud that his whole body shook.

yes, the child of his.

He didn't even have a surname, he was just called Alain.

His parents gave him life, but they couldn't afford to give him a decent background, and before he came to Jinguo, he often hated such a background.

But now, seeing the flower-like alien girl smiling, annoyed, and complaining in front of his eyes, he felt that he was fortunate to be from such a humble background, and fortunately he only had a humble name that was given by a nobleman.

So, the prince banished him to this foreign land and asked him to protect his lover who was far away in a foreign land.

If he could protect her like this forever, Alan thought, he wished that this girl would always be the lover of the prince.

In the cave of the mountain stones, the wind and rain were covered by the stones and the figure like a stone, and when Hua Zhen finished reading the letter, there was not even a drop of rain on the letterhead.

But she didn't notice this, but raised her sweet smile upwards, and happily shook the flower note in her hand at her guard:

"Look, Alain, Wang Shizi already knew about the good deeds that the man surnamed Sun had done, and he told me that he would dispose of the dead old man. It's good, I've long since seen that dead old man unpleasant.

You remember to collect his body for me, and when the time comes, go and dry the dead old man's head and hands and bring it to me, and Ah Huang's cage is missing a few pendants."

Fang was in the prime of his life, Sun Dashou became a "dead old man" in her mouth, and she also said that she wanted to use Sun Dashou's stump to decorate the cage of the beast, which shows Huazhen's disgust for others, however, when talking about "Wang Shizi", her voice was as soft as the petals falling on the water:

"Wang Shizi said that he has sold some of his dry stocks, and ...... in a few days," she turned the letterhead and carefully checked the days written on it, and then browled her eyebrows and smiled:

"What a coincidence, when the men he sent came to us, it happened to be the Qingqing Festival. Early in the morning, I accepted the invitation of the girl of the Balan family, and I was going to her house that day to enjoy the flowers and drink.

Father and Goode will probably come back for the holiday that day, but my father will certainly not hold me back, and then we will sneak out of Balan's house, take the money, and go back quietly."

Yao Jishan