The night was faint, reflecting the candles between the window lattices, and the white clothes slept peacefully in the guest room, silent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the info room, the patriarch and Changchunzi sat at the table, while An Yiru stood at the head of the bed, silently watching the white-clothed young man who seemed to be dead asleep.

"It's a pity, heart failure, the gods can't save ・・・・・・"

Chang Chunzi was about to sigh, but was stopped by Chongyang Patriarch. The patriarch did not expect that the young man who had high hopes for him would fall into such danger. The patriarch was thinking about how to save him in his heart, and looking at An Yiru, who was as cold as a clay sculpture of a golden body, he couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart.

"Is it really hopeless?" An Yiru muttered as she looked at the young man lying on the bed extremely peacefully. She didn't want to believe such a fact, even if the other party hurt herself deeply, I am afraid it would not be as painful as her heart at this time. She never thought that she would die of a man's heartbreak, but now she really experienced the feeling that her master had mentioned.

When she was hurt by the white clothes, she only had hatred in her heart, but now this hatred easily dissipated, and turned into endless pain and sorrow. She could only maintain a cold appearance, because she no longer knew how to express her grief.

The patriarch looked at him and said, "Old Dao has already checked the pulse for him, and the damage to the meridians is not serious, it is about the secret injury caused by the constant self-force." It's just that his heart has been lost, and even if he comes back, he is no different from a dead man. Lao Dao couldn't have imagined that the world would make people. ”

Changchunzi was also silent, and he couldn't think of it. After being defeated by himself, the young man who obviously had no external injuries would suddenly faint to death, and his heart was empty, if it wasn't for the ancestor who arrived in time and forcibly penetrated the young man's heart with his own internal qi, I am afraid that he would already be a dead man at this time.

"It's just luck. Lao Dao will leave first, and in a few days Lao Dao will come to renew some internal qi for this kid and hang his life, so take good care of him. ”

The patriarch didn't say much, he naturally knew how much responsibility Bai Yi had, but because of the promise, it was inconvenient for him to elaborate. had to hand over the white clothes to An Yiru, who had saved his life, hoping that this woman's affection could wake up the young man.

In the eyes of the patriarch, this hope that can end this troubled world is self-defeating, and he can't regret it, but he won't have any relief, it's about the same taste as knocking over the five-flavor bottle.

An Yiru didn't answer, she just stood quietly next to the white-clothed bed, looking at him from a distance. She will also wonder if she is persecuting too much. It's a pity that there will always be this invisible distance between them like between her and his bed now, and no one will reach out first, and naturally they will never get close.

The temperature at night on Zhongnan Mountain was very cold, but An Yiru, who was dressed in single clothes, didn't seem to have checked, she just stared blankly at the young man who was sleeping peacefully. The young man's face was extremely serene, if it weren't for his incomparably weak pulse, I'm afraid no one would think that this young man was on the verge of death.

Thinking like this, her eyes flashed with memories, recalling the man she met when she was out of school. The figures of the two of them seemed to gradually coincide at this moment, merging into one person.

An Yiru finally understood why she paid extra attention to this teenager in the first place, not only because of their similarity, but also because they were both the same people. They are too proud to think that there is nothing in this world that they cannot accomplish. Such proud people are destined not to be willing to live under others, so in the face of feelings, the choices they make are the same. They were all afraid of An Yiru's cold shackles, but they couldn't bear to hurt her heart directly, so they all chose to escape and give up.

It's just that Bai Yi is a teenager after all, so Bai Yi chose the most direct refusal, and he won't flee without giving an answer like that man. Even if it was goodbye, Bai Yi was different after all, he was such a decisive person, and he did not hesitate to be decisive again, even if he knew that it would hurt her heart.

After all, such a white dress makes her love and hate, love his decisiveness, and hate his decisiveness.

Thinking of this, An Yiru realized that in fact, he had made too many changes and compromises because of this teenager. At the beginning, when she faced such a negative person, just by virtue of the hatred in her heart, she exterminated the other party's heirs, leaving nothing but women. At the beginning, when she faced her master and sister, she would never give in, she would only stiffen her face with all her might, and let the pain accumulate into the deepest hatred in her heart.

And after meeting this teenager, she changed. There seems to be an unpredictable magic in this teenager, capable of changing everyone who comes into contact with him, including himself who has always thought he would not be changed. She began to learn to tolerate, to compromise for him, and not to hate.

What changed it? An Yiru didn't know. Maybe it's because of the courage to be unmoved in the face of despair, or maybe it's the indifferent eyes that look down on life and death. An Yiru really thought at that time, how could there be such a person in this world, did he really have nothing to care about? Everything about him was extremely mysterious, as if an immortal from another world had descended to the mortal world. She used to feel ashamed of her fantasies, obviously she was no longer young, she had been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and her hands were already stained with blood, how could she still have such naïve and unrealistic fantasies?

Therefore, when Bai Yi asked that sentence, she subconsciously responded, "Your life is mine." ”。 Because she was so curious, she wanted to find out what the teenager's mind was. However, when she really wanted to be the meaning of that teenager's existence, she seemed to have fallen into it. She was indeed afraid that she would meet another negative him, but she did not escape her fate after all.

Facing the young man in Taiyi Palace who saw through his purpose and said that he had become his own negative person again, An Yiru also thought about saying something to keep it at that time, but she didn't keep it after all. Because she understands that this is her fate, and that the boy will probably meet someone better after leaving her.

However, what is the meaning of these now, no matter how lightly she sees it, and no matter how she learns to tolerate it, the person she longs for will not escape the word "death" after all.

The world without white clothes is like the night in An Yiru's eyes, even if there is only one moment like this, in her opinion, it is too long and too long.