It was night, there was no light in the house, and a few cold rays of moonlight poured down through the cracks in the window lattice, quiet and peaceful.

The charcoal in the brazier had been burned red, and on a night when there were no lights, the reddish charcoal fire was the only warm bright color in the room, as opposed to the cold moonlight.

It was still the quaint carved wooden bed, the light gauze curtain was hung high, and the two figures snuggled up were hidden in this darkness.

The black clothes of the weak water and the purple-gold robes of Mu Qiannian were lined with their seemingly tired but unusually calm faces in the dappled moonlight.

It seems that these two people have always been so intimate and snuggled with each other, and there has never been any hurting or self-harming behavior.

The only difference is that Weak Water has closed his eyes from beginning to end, while Mu Qiannian's gaze has always stayed on Weak Water's face, remorse, distress, pity, worry, and grief...... All kinds of emotions passed through one by one, and finally came down to self-blame.

Ten fingers intertwined, weak water slowly told the past three years ago, starting from when she was still Rong Yunshu, or the peerless princess of Tianji Kingdom......

met all the joys and sorrows after Mu Xingyu, the pain and hatred of the two breaking up in front of the Falling Bone Cliff, and the ups and downs of the weak water without emotion, and the clouds came lightly.

Mu Qiannian hugged the weak water tightly, and a warm snort brushed her cheeks and ears. The familiar warm breath made her feel that the wide and warm chest behind her at this time was so real, and those pasts that she thought she would never be able to let go of had long since disappeared.

All the previous things are like drifting clouds floating in the sky, as soon as the wind comes, they disperse with the wind, and no one cares about their going or staying. Only at this time, Mu Qiannian by her side can make her feel the warm sunshine, even if she once disappeared into the clouds, she will always shine through the clouds.

Mu Qiannian silently listened to the weak water tell the past in the darkness of the house, the eyes of the weak water were out of sight, he didn't light the lamp again, he hoped that what he couldn't really see was himself.

"That night in the cave, I held a long sword to your heart, and you were still asleep, with a relaxed face, without the slightest defense. ”

"I want to kill you, kill Mu Xingyu's own brother, make him regret it, and make him suffer. ”

"But in the end, I still can't do it, I told myself, it's better to bring you back, so that Mu Xingyu will definitely appear, and I can seek revenge on him. ”

Weak Water knew that this was Mu Qiannian's heart knot, and at the beginning, the idea she had for him was to kill him and use him.

She could feel that Mu Qiannian's hand was trembling gently at this time, and this time, he didn't push her away, nor did he lose control of his emotions. But she knew that Mu Qiannian was trying her best to endure at this time.

Mu Qiannian stiffened and listened, forcing himself to suppress the complex emotions surging in his heart. His voice was unusually hoarse because of the oppression, "Why did you tell me?"

Mu Qiannian's hoarse and low voice couldn't hide his helplessness and sadness, weak water turned his face sideways, leaned on Mu Qiannian's chest and listened to his disordered heartbeat, his voice was flat but stubborn: "I want to tell you in person, I don't want you to hear this news from elsewhere, whether it was before or later." ”

"I really wanted to kill you and use you at first, but I didn't expect that my heart that I thought I was dead was moved by that innocent and innocent you who never had any trace of sorrow on your body......"

The faint voice of the weak water continued, talking about everything after taking Mu Qiannian back to the small courtyard.

Her eyes seemed to be able to see again, seeing Mu Qiannian cooking for her, teaching her to play water, handing the dream flower to her with injuries, smiling and saying that she hoped she would be happy and build a snowman for her......

The plain words gradually brought a faint smile, and the weak water reached out and took out the sachet containing the Mengying pollen from his arms, and the unique fragrance of the Mengying flower went straight to Mu Qiannian's nose.

Mu Qiannian's eyes were slightly wet, and he closed his eyes, "The snowman I built for you with my own hands was broken by me." ”

When Weak Water heard this, she didn't take over the conversation, but talked about that night again, when she came back, she ordered the night when Mu Qiannian slept in the cave.

The weak water stopped abruptly when she lost consciousness when the effect of the drug took effect. She didn't know what happened to Mu Qiannian next, she didn't ask, but waited quietly.

Mu Qiannian's whole body was like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was so cold that he couldn't stop shivering. Weak Water held his hands and rubbed them gently, trying to soothe his trembling hands from excessive emotional fluctuations.

In fact, when Mu Qiannian saw weak water self-destruct his eyes, he couldn't stop his tears when he sat on the snow, and when weak water reached out to wipe his tears for him, he already believed that the person who hurt him that night was not weak water.

The weak water's fingers were soft and smooth, and that night, the "weak water" that pinched his jaw and forced him to raise his head to look at it was obvious that there was a thin callus on the fingertips.

Now that I think about it, in fact, the weak water that Prajna pretended to be was not without flaws. Even if her body shape is similar, that face is enough to confuse the real thing, but her voice and eyes are different from weak water.

But the dimness of the light, coupled with the constant verbal stimulation of Prajna, made Mu Qiannian's brain explode, and he could no longer notice these details.

Moreover, Praruo also deliberately pulled the belt of his clothes, revealing the cinnabar mole on his chest faintly, which completely shattered Mu Qiannian's reason, making him firmly believe that in front of him was weak water, the weak water he loved deeply.

Mu Qiannian trembled and held the weak water tightly in his arms, there seemed to be a thousand words in his throat, and in the end it just turned into a choked "I'm sorry".

Weak Shui didn't say anything, tightened his arms around Mu Qiannian, and rested his chin on his shoulder.

But soon, through Mu Qiannian's clothes, the weak water felt that there was a moist liquid oozing out, and the fragrance of the dream lingering flowers could not hide the smell of blood.

"Prajna hurts your shoulder. This sentence of weak water is not a question, but a statement of facts. She didn't need any answer from Mu Qiannian, even if she didn't see it with her own eyes, Mu Qiannian still couldn't fool her.

The weak water immediately distanced himself from Mu Qiannian, and his eyes couldn't see it, but his hand movements were extremely fast, and he pulled the clothes on Mu Qiannian's shoulders in one fell swoop.

The warm viscous liquid of the tentacles made weak water feel a pain in her heart, she took out the medicine bottle and groped for the medicine for Mu Qiannian.

"I'll just do it myself. Mu Qiannian hurriedly took the medicine from the weak sailor's hand, her eyes couldn't see, and he didn't want her to worry anymore.

Weak Shui listened to Mu Qiannian's good medicine, pulled up his clothes, and then gently stroked Mu Qiannian's face with his hand, and asked coldly, "Where else did she hurt you!"

The coldness of the words was full of vigor, and I couldn't help but Mu Qiannian didn't answer.

Mu Qiannian was afraid that the weak water was worried, so he didn't mention that Praruo slashed a long knife on his chest. Grabbing the hand where the weak water stayed on his face, he gently slid it across his left cheek, and said softly: "There is also this face, but it is not deep, and it is already good after rubbing the medicine." ”

This face that resembles Mu Xingyu, when the two were arguing outside the small courtyard, he also used it to mock the weak water fiercely, and the injured weak water on his face naturally knew it.

"No matter how similar you look to Mu Xingyu, I love you, not him, it's you now, and it's you in the future, it's just that you Mu Qiannian. ”

The weak water hand gently rubbed the wound on Mu Qiannian's face, which had healed, and revealed his heart to him seriously.

Mu Qiannian hugged the weak water tightly, and listened to her continue to talk about the scene when he happened to bump into her and Mu Xingyu that day.

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