"When I was most desperate, he didn't abandon me, but as my husband, there was no news about you. I wonder, should I still regard you as the most important person?"

"I--"

"Let me go!" Xin Yue raised her arm and shook Chu Zhiling away. Such a violent movement also affected her wound. She covered her chest tightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Chu Zhiling went to help her, but she cautiously took a step back, her eyes revealing a coldness that was isolated from the world.

He still stepped back and sat aside, watching her walk out of his room step by step. In the howling cold wind, she moved forward step by step. Her steps were steady and she never looked back.

Xin Yue felt as if she was living in water, covered with ice, and many things were rushing towards her chest. She grabbed the clothes on her chest and suddenly woke up from her dream. She looked at the sky blankly and gulped.

Taking a deep breath, she finally began to admit the fact that Yan Zhan was really dead.

The person who had been with her for so long died without warning.

Tears surged into her eyes when she came back from her midnight dream. She cried so loudly in the middle of the night alone. She hugged the cold pillow and no longer had any restraint. She cried loudly and called out to him.

Name, she knew she couldn't cry, her heart was seriously injured, and as long as she exerted a little force, her internal organs would feel as if they were being torn apart.

However, for the first time, she realized that her emotions were not under her control at all. Her calmness and restraint were thrown out of the sky. She lay on the bed, in the silence of the night, hugging the last thing in her arms tightly.

A little warm sustenance, crying like a child.

Yan Zhan is dead, he is dead, and he will never live again. From now on, she will never meet anyone like him again in the world.

There is no more him.

Xin Yue still boarded the boat to Japan.

On the day we arrived in Kyoto, the streets were very lively. During the festival that I don’t know the name of, some people were dancing the flower hat dance enthusiastically. A large number of cows were walking through the streets in groups. The leading cow was pulling a cow.

It was a very luxurious car. There were strings of glazed bead curtains on the bullock cart, which exuded a clear luster in the sun. The person Xin Yue wanted to see was sitting in the bullock cart. He was still as dazzling as ever.

The child-like appearance of the moon is astounding.

With a faint smile, Xin Yue called softly: "Xia Chuan."

Then turn around.

This is the last person she wants to see. From now on, life and death are free, and the sea and the sky are brighter.

"Xin Yue..."

Under the cherry blossom trees, Xin Yue suddenly stopped. Her back stiffened and her hands clenched tightly into fists.

His voice was as mellow and pleasant as ever.

Xin Yue didn't look back, he just walked forward step by step.

"Did I admit the wrong person?" The man's dazed voice was left behind and gradually became distant.

Well, I admitted my mistake, Xia Chuan, I have never been here.

"No - Xin Yue!"

Xin Yue hurriedly ran away from the crowd, but there was still a loud voice behind her. She bit her lips tightly. After hearing the man call her name again, she couldn't help but replied slowly.

Headed.

"Xia Chuan——" The tired voice was full of indescribable vicissitudes. She was no longer the fierce and proud woman she was back then. She was still elegant, but had a bit more melancholy that was not seen before.

On the busy street, the man sitting in the bullock cart slightly frowned.

The cherry blossoms were flying, sliding down his jade-white side face.

In the silent hall, the firelight in the lantern is swaying and flickering, and the royal incense is swirling, exuding a simple and long breath. Occasionally a gust of wind blows from the window, and the fragrant mist disperses lightly, like a lover's hand, lingering on the pillars.

Strong and thin totem.

"How are you doing?"

The same tone, the same question, flowed from the lips at the same time, but the difference was that one was in Japanese and the other was in Chinese.

Xin Yue asked about Japanese and Xia Chuan asked about Chinese.

As soon as they finished speaking, both of them were startled for a moment, and then, a faint smile overflowed from the corners of their mouths, just like they had done many years ago.

Xin Yue suddenly realized that he had not smiled for a long time.

When did it start? After Yan Zhan died, or earlier, when Chu Zhiling abandoned her and left alone, or, actually, earlier, she had discovered something.

Something was wrong, Chu Zhiling had worked so hard for the emperor, and Chu Zhiling's status had risen step by step. When this once unruly and righteous Bo Yuntian man seemed to have completely surrendered to the feet of his enemy, she had slowly...

Lost my smile.

By the way, it started from that time. No matter how hard she tried to smile, it still didn't help. She knew clearly that he had something to do, but she still chose to believe him, believed he would tell her, believed he would choose

Referring to her opinion, she believed that he would always accompany her and protect her. From the beginning to the end, she did not want to doubt him. After all, this was the final bottom line for a lover.

However, he finally crossed over.

"My life is not good at all." Xin Yue took a sip of tea and said sadly.

As expected, she saw Xia Chuan's beautiful eyebrows slowly knitted together, his handsome moonlight-like eyes also glowing with layers of mist, his begonia-colored lips pursed into a thin line, and then

, he said softly: "What happened?"

Xin Yue put his hand on his forehead, shook his head sadly, and sighed: "There is an old Chinese saying that goes like this, one day is like three autumns. If you don't see me for a day, it will be like three autumns. How many years have I not seen you?"

How am I doing?"

Xia Chuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly, with an unpredictable smile on his lips: "If you say that, I will take it seriously."

The man's eyes were very bright, like the stars in the night after the foggy clouds dispersed.

Xin Yue choked on a sip of tea: "Ah, I was joking."

"Oh, I'm kidding, it turns out you don't miss me at all." Xia Chuan frowned slightly, and his eyelashes were like a butterfly with folded wings, flickering.

He is really a peerless handsome man. No matter which posture he is in, there is a smoke-like sadness from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. His ivory white skin is as crystal clear as snow, as if it will be broken into pieces with the slightest touch.

It is as cold and alienated as the mountains, sometimes as confused as a child lost in fireworks.

"Hey, hey -" Even if he guessed that he was pretending, this guy would make people doubt his own inference. Xin Yue frowned and called out softly.

"What are you doing? I don't have a name?" Xia Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly. Seeing that the usually calm woman was in a hurry now, a smile of success appeared on the corner of her mouth. When someone exploded, the handsome man used
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