On the day of Canaan's death, there was a sudden heavy downpour in the sky. Her funeral was very simple. No relatives or friends came to pay their respects. Only Qian Yexue and the three of them saw her off for the last time in the woods behind her.
Clouds rolled and thunder rumbled.
Despite the beating of the rain, Sima knelt in front of the tomb, as stiff as a stone.
The rain could not wash away his tear-stained face. Qianyexue saw Sima's eyes that fell into silence, feeling only self-blame and deep regret.
Sima said that they no longer had a home. From the day he personally took Canaan away from the tribe, he had already destroyed a home. He did not take Canaan's body back to the tribe, but cremated it and took it to the tribe.
Pick up her ashes and put them into the sachet she wore before.
He told her that Canaan had always had a wish during his lifetime, that is, to go out into the outside world. The so-called longing and hope ended up being such irony and cruelty.
Sima said that he would take Canaan's ashes with him and take her to see the beautiful world that she had never seen before.
A beautiful world? Qianye Xue raised her head and sighed.
"Miss, be careful about the rain." Wu Qing, who was holding an umbrella for Qian Yexue behind him, saw Qian Yexue letting the rain beat on her cheeks, letting the wind blow her hair, looking up at the gray sky, completely desperate. He was very happy.
Worry.
"Qingqing, let's go back."
Looking down at Sima, who was kneeling motionless in front of the grave, Qianyexue looked away. Maybe it would be better to let him be alone now.
"Yes." Wu Qing held an umbrella and left with Qian Yexue.
Before leaving, he looked back at the extremely desolate figure, his eyes filled with sadness. This might be fate.
When Sima returned to the hotel, it was already the morning of the third day. He fell seriously ill when he came back that day. During his illness, he kept calling Canaan's name and suddenly started crying unknowingly. The whole process
All looked at in ruthless eyes.
He obeyed his master's instructions and took good care of him.
"Has his fever gone?"
Qianyexue walked into the room at this time, stood behind Wuqing, and glanced at Sima, who had her eyes closed on the bed and was muttering something at the corner of her mouth.
Qingqing shook his head, "I still have a fever, and it's worse than yesterday." He sighed worriedly.
"Really?" Qianyexue glanced at Wuqing. There was a faint cyan color under his eyes. It looked like he was tired and had not slept all night.
"You go back and rest, I'll take care of him here."
"How is this possible, miss? I'll do it, I'm not tired!" Qingwu immediately refused.
"Go ahead and come back for me tonight."
"but.."
Wuqing originally wanted to say something, but Qianyexue looked at him with a look that absolutely demanded his obedience. He finally nodded in agreement.
After he left, Qian Yexue sat on the chair next to the bed. Looking at the thin man on the bed, she couldn't help but sigh softly. She took off the square scarf that had been covering his forehead and put on another one.
new.
Just as she stood up, the man on the bed suddenly woke up. He slowly opened his eyes. When he saw that familiar face, he immediately reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly with all his strength.
"Miss, don't go!" He had something to say to her.
Qian Yexue didn't speak, but looked at him expressionlessly, using her eyes to realize that he could let go because she didn't want to leave.
Seeing that the other party did not leave, Sima slowly let go of his hand.
He looked at her, with eyes that were not confused but determined, and said firmly: "Miss, please let me follow you. No matter where you are in the world, in danger or danger, I, Sima, will protect you to the death and be loyal to you!"