"I'm so tired..."

I could hardly hold on to the pain in my heart at this moment. I slowly knelt on the ground, looking up at the cold, emotional, and warm spiritual position, but it seemed like I saw that tall and gentle man who had always given me the best care since I was born-

Why, you haven't been doing it all the time?

Why, you can't protect me all the time?

Why, I must bear everything now?

I cried softly, tears fell down one by one, and the sound of clattering seemed even more lonely in this empty temple room. The wind blew in from outside the gate behind me, blowing my hair into a mess and blew the sorrow of this moment cold.

Tak, Tak...

Tears slid down one by one, like the sound of human footsteps.

My thin shoulders, which were crying, were twitching slightly, and even grabbed my wrists in my sleeves with my nails slashed across them, leaving blood marks.

At this moment, the wind stopped behind me.

I suddenly reached out and pulled out the short knife from my sleeve. With a sound of Cang, the cold light was out of the sheath. When I turned around, I pointed directly at the tall man standing behind me.

The moonlight and all the light outside the temple were blocked by this tall figure.

In front of me, I fell into darkness in an instant.

I never realized it in the past. In fact, he was also a tall and strong man, even taller than many people I knew. Perhaps because, in my consciousness, I only remember that he was standing in the inner cabinet and holding the book quietly, so many of his other faces were subconsciously ignored by me.

Maybe it's because he has always been hiding well.

And now, he doesn't have to hide anymore.

Even though at this moment, the person standing in front of me was still the one from more than ten years ago—

Quiet and elegant. Even after experiencing so many things in the past few days, even the corners of his clothes were stained with mud and blood, his body still exuded a faint and elegant atmosphere, even exactly the same as the person who took over the "Thirteen Classics Notes" from me.

The only difference is that this time, what I held in my hand was not the book filled with ink fragrance.

But a knife full of cold light!

The blade was approaching his chest; the cold light also illuminated his eyes.

At this moment, the sharp blade cut off some things between the two people.

The wind stopped, and even my breathing stopped. But I could clearly hear the stagnation of his breathing and heartbeat at this moment, but there was no expression of surprise on his face, and he was even calmer and quieter than ever before.

I gritted my teeth and looked at him: "Pei Yuanxiu..."

He lowered his eyes, glanced at the sharp, cold-lit short knife that had already hit his chest, and said calmly: "Do you know I'm here?"

"I'm just thinking about where you can hide."

"So you found this?"

"But you shouldn't come in."

“…”

"You killed my mother, you killed the old lady of the Yan family, and you shouldn't enter the Yan family's ancestral hall again!"

His eyes narrowed slightly and said, "You shouldn't let others kill me."

I trembled slightly.

He looked at me calmly, as if the sharp short knife against his chest was nothing to him. He looked into my eyes and said word by word: "I said, I don't want to die in the hands of others."

“…”

"I won't die at the hands of others!"

“…”

"But you, let someone else kill me."

“…”

I just felt heartache as if I was suffocating. My face was covered in tears, but I could never shed a single tear.

Xue Qian, as a mother, as my lost mother, as a mother who is unwilling to watch her children be wronged, in order not to make things difficult for me and to protect me, she entered the dungeon instead of me and wanted to kill him, and wanted to put aside this matter.

But unexpectedly, he angered him instead!

At this moment, my heart hurts endlessly.

Every word of his was like a fiery red needle, piercing straight into my chest and into my heart.

But, should I blame her?

It’s still my fault!

Pei Yuanxiu looked down at me, looking at me in pain, his eyes even colder than the cold light of the blade reflected on his face: "Doesn't even the last bit of tacit understanding between us?"

I bit my lower lip, then took a deep breath, looked up at him, "So, tell me, what if it was me who came to kill you last night?"

“…”

"If it wasn't my mother, but me, what's the ending now?"

“…”

His eyes flashed slightly.

Amid his flashing eyes, a smile slowly rose on my face, thorough and cold, looking at him without blinking, and whispered: "Who is lying in the mourning hall now?"

“…”

"Is it you, or me?"

“…”

The light in his eyes slowly faded with my words. At this moment, I heard a gust of wind outside, rustling when it blew across the treetops. The clouds slowly covered the moon and blocked the faint light. At this moment, not only his eyes, but even his entire outline sank into the night.

He and I were silently facing each other.

I don't know how long it took, but he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I don't know."

“…”

I was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

It turns out that he will also use this sentence to answer my questions.

I thought that a person like him must have thought about everything when doing something, and even his own life and death could be arranged in advance, but he told me about it - he didn't know.

It was obviously a helpless answer, but at this moment, I laughed.

And this smile, more tears rolled in my eyes, but my heart seemed to be unable to bear the heavy load at this moment. A more severe colic made me clench my teeth, but I laughed harder and looked at him: "Can we both lie in the mourning hall now?"

“…”

"Well, is that a better ending?"

“…”

He looked at me without saying anything, but I felt his eyebrows frown slightly, as if he was in great pain and bit his teeth.

Then, his somewhat empty voice rang out on this cold night—
Chapter completed!