"Mu Xingyu, you and I have nothing to do with each other from now on. Even if you are Mu Qiannian's brother, I won't allow you to hurt him again. ”

When Weak Water raised her eyes and stared at Mu Xingyu again, there was no longer those love-hate entanglements in her eyes, and her clear eyes were only her concern and persistence for Mu Qiannian. There was an obvious warning in her indifferent voice, warning Mu Xingyu not to think about moving Mu Qiannian again.

Mu Xingyu pressed on the shoulders of the weak water, and the heavy pressure of her palms made her unable to stand up on the stone bench. He leaned over and saw his figure clearly in her clear eyes, but he could no longer see any emotion from him.

Whether it's resentment or hatred, there's not a trace of it, it's as if she didn't even know herself.

Mu Xingyu's heart ached, frowning slightly, even if he had long thought that she had fallen off a cliff and died, he refused to let go and forgot her. How excited he was when he learned that she was still alive, how heartbroken he was now.

Suddenly, in the vast white snow, a purple-gold figure was walking in the direction of the small courtyard in despair, it was Mu Qiannian.

Weak Water sat on the stone bench, her back to that direction, and her perception was not as sharp as usual, and she didn't notice that someone was approaching from a distance.

But Mu Xingyu had already seen it, he suddenly pressed on the shoulder of the weak water with one hand, and pinched her chin with the other hand to force her face up. Looking at her figure in her pupils, Mu Xingyu slowly moved her face closer.

Mu Xingyu's face suddenly enlarged in front of the weak water's eyes, and she struggled with his clamping. Mu Xingyu let go of the hand that was pinching her chin at this time, took a small step back, grabbed her hand and touched her face.

"Mu Qiannian, isn't it because of this face that you fell in love with him?"

"His face looks very similar to mine, no, I was just the same age as him three years ago, and now he is very much like me three years ago, isn't he?"

Mu Xingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, with a playful and affectionate face, and his tone was elevated, with indescribable banter and mockery.

One side of the weak water was tightly pressed by Mu Xingyu, sitting on the stone bench and completely unable to move, she didn't expect that mentioning Mu Qiannian would be exchanged for Mu Xingyu's self-inflicted affection.

The hand that was forced to stroke Mu Xingyu's face was tightly grasped by him, and he couldn't pull it out, and when he opened his mouth, he wanted to refute and scold him for being shameless.

Of course, Mu Xingyu would not give her this opportunity, lowered her head and covered her thin lips, and swallowed the words of weak water into her throat before she could say it......

Mu Qiannian's heart was in turmoil, the more pure and honest a person was, the greater the impact when he was hurt.

He couldn't accept his unreserved giving, and the love he got in exchange turned out to be a water moon mirror. And the condition of such a water moon mirror flower turned out to be because of his brother's face.

His deep affection for the weak water all turned into endless sadness and lamentation. He wanted to hate her very much, but he couldn't, every bit of hatred for weak water turned into the sharpest blade and pierced his heart.

He didn't want to see her again in his life, so he let him pretend that the flower in the water, the moon in the mirror did not dissipate, and he deceived himself with the little memories that he had exchanged for this face, and left him forever.

Weak water, I once said that I will accompany you in this life, this life, and all life, but I finally broke my promise, and I don't want to be my brother's shadow.

I want you to be happy, I want you to be happy, but if this requires me to put on a face that you like, and let you live in love and hate for my brother, I can't do it.

I'm really leaving you, forever, completely.

Mu Qiannian left from the cave with the endless sadness of completely leaving the weak water and never seeing her again, he wanted to leave this valley, leave this valley that was left because of the weak water, and had their false sweet memories.

But despite this, he still passed by the small courtyard by a ghost, and despite his repeated evasions, his steps involuntarily walked in the direction where the weak water might still be there.

Even if she deceived him and used him, even if all she loved was his brother-like face, he still wanted to take one last look at her before leaving.

He also laughed at his own humility, laughed at his infatuation, and laughed at his own inadequacy, but he just wanted to look at the weak water again, just one glance.

I want to look at the person who has long been as deep as an imprint in my heart again, obviously I will never see it again and I can't forget it, but I once wanted to stubbornly want to see it with my own eyes before leaving.

But when Mu Qiannian approached the small courtyard again, his heart hurt again so much that he couldn't breathe. He saw not only weak water, but also his brother.

Heard what he didn't want to hear, saw images he didn't want to see......

The reason why Weak Water loves him is only because of his brother-like face.

This news, which was unbearable for Mu Qiannian, he heard twice from the mouths of the two most important people in his life. The weak water that night, and the brother at this time.

All the bitterness, sourness, and pain surged up together, like a monstrous wave, brutally submerging Mu Qiannian and devouring it mercilessly.

But what can he do? He is the only one who is the most superfluous, the one who should not be here at this time.

Mu Qiannian covered her heart, wanting to run away frantically at the moment when her heart hurt so much that she was about to stop beating. But after escaping a few steps, he hit a snow-covered rock, fell on the small slope, and rolled all the way down.

Mu Xingyu was originally making a gesture to show Mu Qiannian, and he had been paying attention to Mu Qiannian's direction, and when he heard the sound, he immediately let go of the weak water, regardless of the blood bitten out of his lips, and performed light skills, and swept out of the courtyard in an instant.

I saw the inky blue robe moving in the wind, stepping on the snow without a trace. Mu Qiannian, who was rolling on the snow-covered slope, was brought to his chest.

Mu Qiannian was cold, and Mu Xingyu couldn't help but reproach softly while brushing off his hair and the snowflakes on his purple and gold robes, "Qiannian, why don't you go home, huh?"

When Mu Xingyu stretched out his hand and wanted to brush away the white snow on Mu Qiannian's cheeks and sideburns, he was pushed away by Mu Qiannian's palm.

"Brother, why do I look like you, why! why! why ......"

Mu Qiannian roared with red eyes, as if he wanted to vent all the unhappiness and dissatisfaction that had accumulated in his heart, but after a few sounds, his voice gradually became smaller, and in the end, the three words of why were almost inaudible.

But the helplessness and sadness in it are not ignored because of the weak voice, but like the wind lingering in the ears, which cannot be dispersed for a long time.

Mu Qiannian's palm used up all the strength of his body. Mu Xingyu, who has profound skills, is naturally fine, but it has pulled the injury on Mu Qiannian's shoulder.

The wound on his shoulder cracked open again, and the blood oozing out was not obvious on the purple and gold robe, but Mu Qiannian's unnatural tremor of his shoulder still made Mu Xingyu see the clue.

"Qiannian, your injury. Mu Xingyu hesitated slightly, but still stretched out his hand to Mu Qiannian's shoulder.

With just one touch, he could feel that the wound was constantly oozing blood through several layers of clothes, Mu Xingyu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said sharply: "Go back with me!"

Mu Xingyu grabbed Mu Qiannian's arm and was about to perform light skills, but was interrupted by Mu Qiannian.

"Even you want to force me!" Shaking off Mu Xingyu's hand, Mu Qiannian shouted angrily and stepped back.

He just wanted to find a place where no one was left alone and be quiet, but why was it so difficult, why did he refuse to let him go.

It was the brother who spoiled him and protected him since he was a child, and he respected and relied on the brother, but now, he really didn't want to see him, he really didn't want to.

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