Chu Zhou found Panshu in the attic.

The girl sat in front of the windowsill, her white cotton skirt revealing a piece of white and fragile calves, swaying slowly, her eyes half closed, and behind her was a large field of swaying red roses.

"……elder sister."

Chu Zhou's breath was caught in his throat.

An inexplicable sense of panic surrounded him.

Pan Shu curled her lips slightly, "You're here."

"Where is Eros?" Chu Zhou asked.

He walked into the attic and the floor creaked and shook slightly, like a rocking bed, gentle but powerless.

This was Chu Zhou's first time coming to this attic.

A gust of wind blew, and the pale curtain on the easel faded like a wave, leaving only the desperate and miserable girl on the canvas, and a large area of blood-red that was dazzling and eye-catching.

Like a blooming red rose.

Ban Shu stared at her quietly, with a dull and indifferent look in her eyes, as if she was looking at a strange girl she had never met before.

She laughed carelessly.

"Look, I've died so many times."

"……elder sister."

Chu Zhou hastily lowered his eyelashes and called her almost pleadingly, "Sister, do you remember all this...?"

"Hmm." Pan Shu pondered for a moment. "Are you saying that I was deceived by you players, or that my heart was cut out by a sword? Or that you pretended to like me but did all kinds of things to hurt me? If that's the case... I do remember it."

In the face of the young man's pale face, Pan Shu gently curled her lips:

"But you didn't hurt me, did you?"

"But I still feel a little unhappy..." Pan Shu jumped off the windowsill, her skirt blowing up a beautiful and soft arc in the wind. She lifted the boy's delicate and thin jaw, "So, I have to do something."

"I can help you."

The boy couldn't wait to show his loyalty.

Pan Shu chuckled softly, her innocent eyes now shrouded in a hint of alluring charm. She put her arms around the boy's neck and blew gently into his ear, "What can you do for me? Hmm?"

Chu Zhou's face flushed instantly, and his slender white knuckles curled unconsciously, "Sister..."

"Um?"

"For example... help me kill them?" Pan Shu asked slowly and coaxed.

The boy's long, thick, and curled eyelashes trembled fiercely, and obscure and complex emotions surged in his eyes, "Okay, sister, wait for me."

"good."

As Chu Zhou turned to leave, he glanced to the side. A dazzling light shone through the crack in the door onto his tall nose, like a sword splitting him in half.

He pursed his lips and whispered, "Sister, no matter what, I just want you to live happily."

“If you are not happy in life.”

"Then I beg you, sister... to think of something happy."

Pan Shu smiled and said "hmm", but if Chu Zhou turned around, he would find that the girl's eyes were cold and indifferent enough to freeze everything.

Not long after Chu Zhou left, Pan Shu said coldly: "Okay, how long are you going to hide? Come out."

The boy leaned lazily against the wall, his head lowered as he lit a cigarette. The grinding wheel of the lighter made a slight scraping sound. In the dim firelight, the boy's silhouette was delicate and nonchalant.

The scattered black hair covered his eyebrows and eyelashes, and his whole body seemed to be swallowed by the sticky darkness.

"How does it feel to hear that your own brother wants to kill you?"

Banshu asked teasingly.

Chu Song raised his eyes calmly and sneered, "You little bastard who can't be tamed."

"What?" Ban Shu was stunned.

"I said he's an ungrateful person." Chu Song closed his cigarette and took a deep drag. The cloud of smoke that came out of his mouth enveloped his overly delicate and charming facial features. He murmured softly, "But it's not surprising that it's you."

"I would too, miss."

The boy's voice was so low that Pan Shu couldn't even hear what he was saying.

"What are you talking about?"

"I say..." Chu Song casually put out his cigarette butt and approached her until he trapped the petite and fragile girl in his cramped arms. He said in a calm voice, "If the lady lets me kill Chu Zhou, I'm willing to do it."

"He's your brother."

"So what?" The young man caressed Ban Shu's soft cheek affectionately, "Anyway, nothing is more important than you, young lady."

"I'm really looking forward to it," Pan Shu curled her lips, "Who among you will survive?"

Chu Song suddenly frowned strangely, "Will there be a reward for the one who survives?"

Pan Shu shook her head and smiled sweetly, "No."

"No matter who survives, Eros will not let him go. After all, Eros has tolerated you for a long time."

Chu Song raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, "Miss, you are so cruel."

"But I am really jealous of Eros."

"I'm jealous that he can be in the same camp as the young lady."

Pan Shu just smiled and said nothing.

After two seconds of silence, Chu Song stroked the girl's heart with a complicated expression and asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

Pan Shu thought about it and said honestly, "It hurts a lot."

"You men are always so hypocritical and greedy. You covet my beauty and want my heart at the same time. You could just take my heart, but you insist on having a romantic relationship with me... You say you love me deeply, but you want to live a cowardly life. It's really despicable."

"You're still very cowardly." Chu Song added lightly.

Pan Shu curled her lips, "That's right."

"elder brother."

"You are here."

Chu Zhou came back at some point, with a strange and clever smile on his lips, his eyes fixed on Chu Song's hand on Ban Shu's waist.

He slowly stabbed the sharp dagger into Chu Song's back.

It went in completely without any hesitation.

Scarlet blood dripped down the hilt of the knife and covered his hands. His slender, bony, pale knuckles looked gorgeous and strange.

Chu Song's face turned pale and he groaned.

He turned around, glanced at him coldly, and stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's slender neck, "Are you looking for death?"

The dagger, reflecting a cold light, made a clanging sound as it fell to the ground.

The blood disappeared through the cracks in the floor.

Pan Shu leaned lazily on the windowsill, supporting her chin with one hand, with no intention of intervening.

She has seen enough of the drama of brothers fighting each other.

Chu Zhou's face suddenly lost all color, turning pitifully pale. However, he slowly smiled and said madly and strangely, "Brother, are you going to kill me?"

"Otherwise?" Chu Song raised his eyes.

Although he said this, the strength in his hands was much weaker, "Don't go crazy."

Chu Zhou took advantage of Chu Song's moment of weakness and pulled out a pitch-black, cold silenced gun from somewhere. He pressed the black muzzle against Chu Song's neck and said, "Brother, you taught me that when killing someone... you might as well be a little more ruthless."

"Come on."

Chu Song, however, didn't seem to care at all.

It seems there is a trump card.

Pan Shu narrowed her eyes and happened to meet Chu Song's gaze.

How to describe this look?

The boy's pupils were very dark in color. After staring at them for a while, Pan Shu felt that everything around her was blurred, and only Chu Song's deep and narrow black eyes were in front of her.