A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Yu Wensheng's mouth, and his charming eyes outlined a trace of bloodlust. So what if it was the old man's prophecy, God would kill God if he stopped him, and Buddha would kill Buddha. His fate was not determined by fate.
"Then I will pull Yin'er and become the lone star of the evil spirits."
The night was as cold as water, and Su Yin was still sitting on the big rock, thinking about the right and wrong of things.
At this time, Yuan Yi, who had taken off his military uniform, came to Su Yin with a wine bottle in his hand and handed the wine bottle to Su Yin, "Would you like a drink?"
Su Yin raised his head and looked at the haggard face. Without saying much, he took the jug Yuan Yi mentioned and drank the wine.
"Yin'er."
Sighing, Yuan Yi also raised his head and swallowed the liquor down his throat. The burning sensation made Yuan Yi frown slightly.
"You didn't drink like this before."
Listening to Su Yin's words, Yuan Yi was stunned. A handsome man with stubble looked at Su Yin, "Yin'er, have you finally talked to me?"
Yuan Yi used me instead of me to deliberately close the distance between the two of them. How could Su Yin not know what Yuan Yi was thinking, but if he missed it, he would miss it.
"Perhaps I can somewhat understand your mood that day."
Su Yin was referring to the scene three years ago, when Yuan Yi betrayed her in order to defend the city, which might not be considered a betrayal.
Su Yin hated Yuan Yi at that time, and until this battle, Su Yin still hated Yuan Yi.
But during the war, when Sikong threatened her with thousands of lives to give up the city, Su Yin understood Yuan Yi's mood at that time.
"Yin'er - have you forgiven me?"
Somewhat excited, Yuan Yi grabbed Su Yin's hand and held it in his palm, "In the past few years, every time I dream about you at midnight, I will dream about your eyes that hate me. I blame myself and regret a lot. I
I blame myself for why I didn’t protect you, and I regret why I didn’t die with you, but——”
The words paused, Yuan Yi looked at Su Yin, and then said, "But if you give me another chance, maybe I will make the same choice."
Yuan Yi is Yuan Yi. He never says anything that goes against his heart. If he has a chance to come back again, he will still give up on Su Yin.
"But I will choose to go to hell with you."
After finishing his words, Yuan Yi raised his head and took another swig of strong wine.
Su Yin smiled and bumped the wine bottle in his hand against Yuan Yi's wine bottle, "I won't go home until I'm drunk."
"Yin'er - can you give me a chance to make up for my mistakes?"
Yuan Yi knew that he had extravagant hopes, but he really wanted to make up for it and wanted Su Yin to stay by his side. He missed it three years ago and he didn't want to miss it again. "This time, I won't let go of your hand."
Su Yin drank strong wine, and the wine soaked down his neck, soaking his clothes and even soaking his wounds.
The burning pain stimulated Su Yin's brain. He sighed softly. Su Yin thought about how he put his hand on Yuan Yi's shoulder three years ago. "If you miss a moment, you will miss a lifetime. What's more?
We missed two lives."
After getting up, Su Yin ignored the painful and sad look in Yuan Yi's eyes, turned around and left with the wine bottle in hand.
Perhaps it was due to alcohol paralysis, or perhaps Su Yin deliberately indulged himself, but Su Yin did not see the red shadow following behind him.
Back at the mansion, Su Yin was a little tipsy and staggered towards the room, but was grabbed by a figure by the arm.
Before Su Yin could resist, the oncoming kiss blocked Su Yin's lips domineeringly.
A faint coldness lingered in Su Yin's heart, and her reddish cheeks showed a touch of rosy.
Su Yin looked at Yu Wensheng who was kissing her forcefully, struggling with both hands, "Let go."