Weak Water thought that her heart was dead, that she would never believe in love again, and that no one would ever be able to enter her cold, hateful heart.

But unconsciously, that innocent, warm as a spring breeze Mu Qiannian stumbled into her life and her long-sealed heart.

I don't know when it started, Mu Qiannian had a place in her cold heart. Maybe it started from the moment when he didn't care about life and death and insisted on digging out the dream flower for her from the crack in the cliff.

Dreams, dreams.

haunted by the dream, he finally held her heart.

Weak Water turned his back to Mu Qiannian and suppressed all his emotions. She didn't dare to look back at him again, she was afraid that if she turned around, she would not be willing to drive him away.

It would be great if he wasn't Mu Xingyu's younger brother, but there is never anything in this world.

If he Mu Qiannian was not Mu Xingyu's younger brother, maybe she wouldn't have the idea of bringing it back to the small courtyard to lead Mu Xingyu out of the courtyard since she couldn't kill her, so that there would be no follow-up......

The world is so complicated and unexpected. No one can meet the ending from the beginning, it's more like a mysterious mechanism, no matter where it starts, there will always be a series of unexpected things that will be unlocked.

Weak Water stood in a complicated mood for a long time, and did not hear Mu Qiannian's footsteps leaving. On the contrary, when Mu Qiannian stepped on the snow and made a rustling sound, the footsteps were getting closer and closer to her.

From the footsteps, you can feel Mu Qiannian's caution, but there is no hesitation in the slightest.

Mu Qiannian slowly walked to Weak Water, met her face to face, looked at her slightly closed eyes, and said seriously word by word: "Weak Water, the reason why I am here is not because I sympathize with you, but because I truly love you." ”

"I'm serious about you, always. Mu Qiannian's eyes revealed deep affection and love for weak water. He said emotionally, and couldn't help but reach out and grab the hand that was clenched into a fist under the sleeve of the weak water, spread it out, and covered the position of his heart.

Through Mu Qiannian's purple-gold robe, the weak water could feel the ice and snow, and her cold palm touched the warm chest through the clothes, and in that warm chest, a warm heart beat violently.

"Don't say it again, you go quickly!" The warmth of the tentacles made the weak water who had finally suppressed her emotions excited again, and she suddenly took out her palm and pushed away Mu Qiannian, who was full of tenderness in front of her.

Mu Qiannian staggered back two steps, and he saw the weak water drooping her eyes, and in the moonlight, her eyelashes cast a thin layer of shadow on her face.

Mu Qiannian suddenly stepped forward again, he grabbed weak water's cold hands, looked at her drooping eyes and asked, "Actually, you also have mine in your heart, don't you?"

"It's just that you've been hurt before, so you don't dare to accept my heart, right? You just don't believe that I want to be with you for the rest of my life, so that's why you drove me away, right?"

Mu Qiannian doesn't seem to understand anything, but these days he gets along with the weak water, even if she doesn't say anything, he can see some clues from her piano sound, her back, and her expression.

These words would evoke the words that weak water had bad memories of, Mu Qiannian shouldn't have mentioned them, but now, when weak water drove him away, he finally couldn't help it and asked.

Mu Qiannian questioned one sentence after another, piercing the heart of weak water, and what he said was good. In self-righteous love, weak water suffered a loss, and she was defeated.

So even in the face of Mu Qiannian, who made her heartfelt, she really wanted to covet this warm tenderness again, she would still be afraid of repeating the mistakes of the past.

Obviously she wants to accept it, but she is hesitant, worried, afraid, she doesn't know if she still has the courage to believe again, she is entangled, she is contradictory, she is confused, so she can only choose to escape.

Mu Qiannian's series of words continued to coil in the mind of the weak water, the injuries and pains in the past, and the panic and chaos now, intricately intertwined, like a dense net that bound people, making the weak water feel stuffy.

"Weak water, you answer me, you answer me. On the side, Mu Qiannian was still insisting on asking for an answer. The more weak water hesitated and didn't speak, the more convinced Mu Qiannian was that what he said was right.

Weak water drove him away, not because she didn't have him in her heart, but because she was afraid that she would be wrong again.

Mu Qiannian's questioning made the weak sailor's chaotic heart, and the original insistence completely collapsed.

Why? I had already let him go, and I didn't want him to get involved in this matter, and let him go, who had never known what he was worried about.

But why didn't he? Why did he have to stay, why did he have to force her to admit her inner feelings? Why did he have to force her to drag him into the abyss with her own hands?

Why force her?

Why force her!

Didn't he know that instead of making him miserable and regretful in the future, rather than making him hate her in the future, she was really willing to kill him with her own hands.

Instead of letting him understand everything and regret it bitterly, it is better to let him kill him without knowing anything.

Kill him, her heart will never be messed up again, kill him, and he will always stay innocent at this time, full of tenderness.

A cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the weak water, she suddenly retreated to the stone table, kicked the long sword that had just been placed aside, and at the moment when the buzzing sound of the long sword was unsheathed, the weak water was already with the long sword in her hand, and the white light of the blade of the sword shone with a dazzling cold light in the moonlight.

Weak Water closed his eyes and resolutely stabbed at Mu Qiannian not far in front of him. But the moment the long sword was in her hand, she still couldn't kill him, and she didn't have any internal strength.

She just wanted Mu Qiannian to understand that she really didn't want to keep him in the courtyard anymore. She really wanted him to despair, wanted him to go, wanted him to stop loving her.

Of course, she could say that she had never cared about him, that he had never entered her heart, and that she had said all the cruel things that Mu Qiannian couldn't bear to drive him away.

But she couldn't speak, she couldn't say a word that went against her heart. Love is love, she can choose to escape Mu Qiannian, but she can't escape her heart.

If she could say it easily, she wouldn't have to draw her sword to break his thoughts at this time.

The moment the long sword stabbed with weak water closing his eyes, Mu Qiannian's eyes changed suddenly. The long sword was not pointed at him, and it was half a point off, and even if it did, it would only scratch his arm.

But Mu Qiannian took the initiative to meet the moment the long sword stabbed over. The sword sank into his chest, oozing red blood and staining the purple-gold robe.

With a cracking sound, the long sword pierced into a piece of softness, which was Mu Qiannian's body that had no internal strength to resist.

Weak Water was startled in his heart, and when he opened his eyes, he let go of the hand holding the sword, and the long sword with bright red blood fell on the white snow, sprinkled with a little blood red, and in the cold moonlight, the stark contrast of colors was shocking.

And Mu Qiannian's hand was covering his chest, and blood was constantly oozing from his fingers, cutting across the back of his hand, dripping onto the purple-gold robe. The purple-gold robe was so dark that it was impossible to tell how much blood it was stained with.

Mu Qiannian's face still had a smile as warm as a spring breeze, red lips and bright teeth, just as bright as the smile in front of her every day.

Weak Shui only felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, as if it was not Mu Qiannian who was stabbed by the sword, but herself. She immediately stepped forward to support Mu Qiannian, who was unstable and crumbling.

This person is really stupid enough, so stupid that he doesn't expect him to be able to dodge the sword that he didn't use his internal strength. As long as he stood still, he slammed his chest into her sword.

Weak Shui's eyes flashed slightly, and he covered the wound on Mu Qiannian's chest with his hand, and asked sharply, "What are you doing here?"

She panicked, she was scared, then she was more angry with nowhere to vent, just like that, she hit her sword with her chest, what if she didn't have time to stop? What if she had just used her internal force?

Is he going to die by her sword like this, and let her kill him with her own hands?

Why be so stupid, why be so stubborn, why love her so much?

Mu Qiannian grabbed the hand that Weak Shui was holding on to his wound, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile with difficulty, and said in a weak voice: "Weak Water, I want to accompany you all my life, you want to drive me away, unless you kill me first." ”

Weak Shui wanted to scold him two more words, but he felt the force pressing on the crook of his arm getting heavier and heavier, and Mu Qiannian's lips gradually turned pale. If it weren't for the support of his own arm at this time, Mu Qiannian would probably have fallen on the snow.

The long sword didn't hurt the heart, which was not a big injury for people who practiced martial arts, but for Mu Qiannian, it was quite serious.

Weak Shui swallowed all the words of reprimand, wrapped Mu Qiannian's arm around his shoulder, and half-supported and half-carried Mu Qiannian, who was almost unconscious, to his room.