Ning Xizui not only had a temperament as gentle as jade, but also had an almost flawless appearance and figure. Ji had never thought that he would have any flaws or ugliness, but what she saw before her eyes completely overturned her previous impression.
From the right shoulder to the left rib, a slender scar lay across the solid chest, disrupting the perfect patchwork of fair skin.
Time seemed to have stopped, and the room was quiet. Although Su Buqi was standing at the door, none of the three people chose to speak to break the silence. After an unknown amount of time, Ji let go slumped, but it was impossible to recover the torn clothes.
As it is, just like that scar, even if someone's heart is engulfed by regret, it will still be mercilessly engraved on Ning Xizui's body and will never change for anyone.
"Why did you lie to me?" He murmured weakly. He lowered his head, his clenched fists hanging at his sides, and two big tears fell to the ground from his invisible face. Tears can always bring out the weak side of people.
, Matsuri was no exception. After the tears couldn't stop pouring out, all the strength and stubbornness collapsed. Even the voice was full of excitement and trembling: "Master said that my little brother is dead, right? Why did you join forces to lie to me? After so many years,
I always thought that my little brother was dead, and I always thought that I had killed him. Doesn’t Master understand this feeling very well? Why did you lie to me for so long?!"
The stern question was directed at Su Buqi, but Su Buqi responded silently, with no intention of explaining at all. On the contrary, Ning Xizui tied up his clothes slowly and raised his hand to wipe away the continuous tears on Ji's face: "Who told you that I would die?
Have you lost it? If you want to think about it, just remember it all, those four years of memories you lost."
Trembling spread throughout his body, and Matsuri held his head in pain, and fragments of memory left scars on his heart.
No, it was not the master who told her first, nor did she find out about her little brother's death only a few years ago, but it happened even further back in time, so far away that her memory was blurred and old memories turned yellow.
——Little brother? Where is the little brother?
——He's fine, he's just injured.
——Liar! You are lying! My little brother can’t move anymore, just like grandma, she doesn’t want me anymore! It’s me who made me not move anymore!
Whose stubbornness blinded her eyes and made her stubbornly believe that her gentle little brother was dead? Who cried hoarsely and pretended not to see the young man at A Niang’s grave? Because she waved a dagger at him, because she hurt him
, so she took on the sin and became a bad child who hurt good people. Such a child...
It would be nice if such children disappeared.
On that day, the little girl who lost her mother erased her own existence and tried her best to put non-existent sins on her shoulders. From that day on, she wandered in chaos for four years until she sealed away her true self - hurting her.
The only light in her heart was that she could not forgive herself for this sin.
The memory he finally put together was so absurd that he squatted on the ground with his shoulders in his arms and cried silently.
"Are you satisfied?" Su Buqi's words were cold and ruthless, and Su Buqi, who didn't say a word for a while, gave Ning Xizui a cold look, stepped forward and bent down to hold Ji's wrist, "Ji, let's go home."
Seeing the powerless Ji being dragged up by Su Buqi, Ning Xizui frowned with long pale eyebrows. Instead of thinking about the huge gap in strength between herself and the opponent, she unexpectedly opened Su Buqi's hand and pulled Ji to the side.
in front of yourself.
Then it becomes delicate and gentle, like a gentle breeze.
"Your life has just begun, Matsuri, this is the real you, and this is the Matsuri I like."
No matter whether she is guilty or wrong, innocence and ignorance are not hers. Only by reintegrating with those lost four years can she be unique in the world, the flawless beauty that belongs to him.
He will tolerate everything about her.
The magnetic voice was soft and soft, but it was not as warm as a hug. Only when the tears on his cheeks were pecked away by the warm lips did Ji suddenly wake up. He looked around in a panic. Su Buqi was no longer around. Only Ning Xizui had a warm chest and facial features.
With a smile, his mood strangely calmed down, or in other words, all the panic was eliminated because of his unique gentleness.
"The scar was left by me for the master!" He sobbed, his voice as quiet as a mosquito.
"Well, the first gift Matsuri gave me was also the first person to give me a gift. Let's just use it as a token of love."
"Master, don't you blame me? You are obviously helping me, but I am like that..."
"What did you do to me? It's just a scar, and there are more men to prove it." Ning Xizui chuckled lightly, and when she hugged Ji, she still had that lazy smile on her face, "Because Ji
, it was the first time I realized what kind of responsibilities I shouldered, and it was also the first time I thought about who I should protect. Unfortunately, I was too weak at that time and couldn't save anyone, so you had to watch my mother die tragically. I'm sorry."
A lonely remnant in troubled times, a people who have been oppressed. As the king of these suffering people, is he blaming himself for his own powerlessness? He buried his face in Ning Xizui's chest, half dejected and half expecting: "
Is it because of this that Master asked Master to take me in? That incident was not Master's fault, not my little brother's fault, it was my fault... So Master, there is no need to comfort me, I know, I understand, and I will never run away again."
How timid and sensitive she used to be. She clearly saw the long and narrow scar under his shirt that night. In order to escape, in order not to think of the most regretful and painful thing she had done, she chose to run away and forget without hesitation. Now that I think about it, it was just him.
He set up a trap, right? He wanted her to face the past bravely and remember the memories that were hidden deeply, so there were clothes falling off, the screen falling down, and his clothes being messy, which seemed ambiguous but had a hidden meaning.
.
That scar was filled with her regret.
The little girl's thoughts couldn't be concealed from those sharp green eyes. Just as she lowered her eyebrows and showed a look of disappointment, Ning Xizui gently lifted her face up and scraped the tip of her nose with her long fingers: "I won't let you think about it again."
If you get up, you will destroy yourself. I have heard you crying in nightmares several times at night, and the attacks have become more and more frequent. Buqi always leaves Monan recently, firstly to find his lover, and secondly to seek out famous doctors to ask if
Is there any medicine that can suppress your nightmares? Fortunately, my sacrifice has finally grown up. Although I still have the stupidity of a child for a moment, my bones are stronger than before."
A slight chill came from the foreheads touching each other. Ning Xizui hugged her small body tightly and smiled with endless tenderness.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank Ji. It's cruel to force you to think of terrible things. If Ji returns to his original state because of this, Buqi will definitely poke hundreds of holes in my body with his sword. He feels very sorry for you, my little apprentice.
"Here." He deliberately pondered for a moment, then came closer with a smile on his face, and placed a soft kiss on his reddish cheek, "As a thank you gift, would you like to give me a privilege?"
"Ah? Hey?! What special privilege?"
What he saw in his eyes was still a clear smile, one part joking and one part serious.
"Don't call me little brother anymore. At this age, it's almost like being an old brother. The title of Lord is not nice either. It's very annoying to be called like that every day, and it's easy to shorten your life. Why don't you...hey, give me the privilege of sacrifice. Don't call me Lord in the future."