The sky is as green as blue, but it cannot hide the cold feeling.
The white clothes are like blood, making people's eyes red.
Standing outside the hut, Yun Zhao and Dugu Ye watched the ruthless Liuyue disappear into the sun.
Walk so firmly, walk so decisively.
The already cold and aloof figure became more and more cold and desolate.
The despairing desolation was revealed from that upright back.
That's a kind of death.
The nails dug deeply into the palms, stinging slightly, and a trace of blood flowed out. But it was not the palms that hurt, but the heart.
Dugu Ye leaned against the door and looked at Liu Yue's retreating figure.
He had seen Liu Yue like this once.
That was in Tianchen, and it was the explosion after Xuanyuan Che was seriously injured and left.
Tianchen was full of civil and military officials, and everyone who participated and felt sorry for Xuanyuan Che were all bloodbathed by Liu Yue overnight.
No one was left.
The thirteen-year-old girl, covered in blood, declared her deep love to the world with a decisive gesture.
Her love and hate were founded with blood.
So violent, so direct, so deep as the ocean.
He thought that was the limit of loving someone.
That is already the deepest love in the world.
So, from then on, he remembered her in his heart and engraved it on his heart.
I also take this as my goal, I want to be close to her, I want to get her, I want to get that kind of deep affection without regrets, that kind of sincere love.
Originally, he thought that even if he didn't get it, he was already getting closer.
Liuyue was softening her heart for him and letting him go.
He is nothing in her heart.
However, before he could secretly rejoice, a shocking gap lay in front of him.
It turns out that is not the limit of loving someone.