Yan Sikong rode his horse and rushed out of the city in one breath. No one dared to stop him along the way, and he could not see anyone. Countless thoughts were mixed in his mind, giving him a splitting headache.

After leaving the city, he kept urging the horse to run faster. He didn't know how long he had been running. His legs, which were holding the horse's belly, were already trembling, and his straight waist was even more sore and numb. But he refused to stop. The extremely fast gallop seemed to be able to melt him into the wind, making him disappear into the world like a wisp of smoke without any worries.

How wonderful it would be if people could really be as free as the wind?

He ran aimlessly, as if it didn't matter where he went as long as he could escape the city that made him so worried.

Yan Sikong ran more than ten miles in one breath, until his whole body was sore, his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and his right hand was almost too weak to hold the reins.

Suddenly, a young man appeared on the road ahead, carrying a large pile of firewood and walking down the mountain. The man and the horse were only a dozen feet away from each other. Yan Sikong woke up as if from a dream and pulled the reins tightly. The horse neighed, and its front hooves suddenly bounced up on the spot, with its body almost standing upright. Under the horrified gaze of the little woodcutter, Yan Sikong fell off the horse and rolled into the bushes.

His body collided with the solid ground. Besides the pain, he felt dizzy and the world was spinning upside down. For a moment, he couldn't even tell what was real and what was fake, and whether he was dead, alive, or a walking corpse.

He lay on his back, staring blankly at the azure sky above his head, but his vision became increasingly blurred.

"Sir," a voice timidly said, "Are you okay?"

Yan Sikong heard the voice but didn't even blink, because what gradually emerged in front of him was a person's face, Feng Ye's face, a face that made him love and hate, a face that he would never be able to forget in his entire life.

"Oh, young man," the young man said fearfully, "where are you hurt? Don't cry, I'll go to the city to find a doctor for you."

cry?

who?

Is he crying?

Yan Sikong reached out his hand blankly and gently wiped his face. His palm was wet. He was stunned for a moment, and then his heart ached. Tears suddenly burst out without warning, completely obscuring everything in front of him.

He curled up in the grass like a child, crying loudly. He had never cried so wantonly and recklessly since Yuan Mao was murdered. It was as if he wanted to pour out the tears that he had accumulated for twenty years at once. The tears flowed like rain and he couldn't stop them at all.

He couldn't even explain why he was crying, or maybe there were too many things he should cry about to list them all. He only knew that he had been holding it in for too long, suppressing it for too long, and restraining himself for too long, and now he could no longer hold on and finally let it go completely.

It was at this moment that he finally felt like a human being, instead of hiding himself in this false body called "Yan Sikong". In other words, it was at this moment when he revealed himself without any scruples that he found "himself".

He doesn't want to pretend anymore, he doesn't want to hide anymore, he doesn't want to deceive himself anymore. He wants to live for himself once, even if it's just once. He dares to admit that he still has desires in his heart. He still... still desires to get a little happiness.

Even a person as despicable as him, who had been in darkness for a long time, longed for light more and more.

Feng Ye is that light. Even though he was severely burned by him, the young man who once filled his heart with tenderness and joy is still the only light in his heart.

But he clearly saw Feng Ye dying. How could he let Feng Ye die? It would be like erasing his past as well.

Why, why did they become like this?

Yan Sikong didn't know how long he had been crying, and he even fell asleep in the grass. He didn't open his eyes until a cool breeze woke him up. He found that the sky was dim and the sun was about to set.

He tried to get up from the ground, but he had no strength. He finally stood up staggeringly. Through his red and swollen eyes, he saw his horse eating grass not far away.

He stood there in a daze for a long time, and couldn't help looking to the west - Datong City. In fact, he had run too far, and could not see anything except the weeds all over the mountain, but he was familiar with every brick and tile of the city, not to mention the people in the city.

After a long time, he went over, got on his horse, and walked towards the stone pavilion not far away.

He tied the horse to the horse stone outside the stone pavilion and sat on the stone bench, waiting quietly.

Watching the red sun gradually setting and dusk slowly swallowing the earth, Yan Sikong did not move, just waited.

Before the last ray of light disappeared, Yan Sikong suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves.

Turning around, he saw a scarlet horse running towards him. The man on the horse was wearing armor and a helmet, looking very majestic. Even riding alone, he exuded a domineering and murderous aura.

His eyes welled up and he felt mixed emotions.

That horse was named Tianshan Horse King by him personally, and that man was his...his man.

Zuihong ran to the stone pavilion, stopped, and the group of cavalry following behind him stopped in the distance.

Feng Ye turned over and got off the horse. The shadow cast by his helmet covered half of his face, making it difficult to discern his expression, but his slightly pursed lips already revealed his tense mood.

Yan Sikong stood up, walked step by step to the outside of the stone pavilion, and stood face to face with Feng Ye.

Feng Ye gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his finger bones crackling. He asked softly, "Why didn't you leave?"

Yan Sikong asked back, "Why did you come?"

"You want King Zhenbei." Feng Ye took a step forward and said hoarsely, "Whatever King Zhenbei wants, he will get it. King Zhenbei will never let you go."

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye for a long time, then suddenly sneered.

Feng Ye didn't move at all, just looked at Yan Sikong, his bright eyes flashing.

Yan Sikong walked slowly in front of Feng Ye and looked into his eyes: "Are you going to go back on your word?"

Feng Ye lowered his eyelids, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice suddenly became gentle: "Where are you going? At least, at least tell me where you are going."

"Tell you, then what?"

Feng Ye raised his eyes and looked directly at Yan Sikong, his expression was about to cry: "Don't I even deserve to know where you are? Even if, even if I just glanced at you from a distance, would it make you hate me?"

Yan Sikong sighed heavily, he suddenly reached out and took off Feng Ye's helmet.

Feng Ye was stunned.

Yan Sikong threw the heavy head armor aside and stared into Feng Ye's eyes without blinking: "Ask me again."

"…What?"

"Ask me why I didn't leave."

Feng Ye's heart was shocked and he looked at Yan Sikong stiffly.

"Ask."

Feng Ye opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Yan Sikong smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled up, and then his eyes immediately turned red. He choked and said, "I guess you will come to find me. If you go too far, it will be bad for your injury."

Feng Ye bit his lips, and his tall body trembled slightly.

Yan Sikong raised his hand, and hesitantly, cautiously, and carefully stroked Feng Ye's face: "I... am worried about you. Even if everyone in this world only recognizes the King of Zhenbei, I will remember that you are Feng Ye. Whether you are the king or a death row prisoner, you are Feng Ye in my heart, and I will treat you the same."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes: "You said...what...Kong'er, what did you say?"

Yan Sikong showed an expression that seemed like crying and laughing: "Feng Ye, this time, you have to really treat me well, otherwise..."

Feng Ye suddenly grabbed Yan Sikong into his arms, holding him tightly, tears streaming down his face: "Kong'er... Kong'er..." He had been waiting for this moment, as if he had been waiting for his entire life. He thought he would never wait for it, he thought that after today, he would completely sink in the abyss of pain, he thought... He even suspected that he was dreaming, so that he could not say anything except calling the name that drove him crazy.

If this was a dream, he would never wake up until his death. All the past events were still vivid in his mind, and he knew clearly that the world without Yan Sikong was the real nightmare.

Yan Sikong also had tears on his face and was filled with grief. He hugged Feng Ye back, his chest was broad and warm, just like before, it was the most reassuring thing in the world for him, even though things had changed beyond recognition between the two of them, he had never forgotten everything Feng Ye had given him.

Afterwards, he tried to resist and escape, but in the end he could not escape his lifelong bond with Feng Ye.

If this was their destiny, he would accept it. Even if the road ahead was filled with thorns and traps were buried somewhere, he would not look back.

Feng Ye was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, hugging Yan Sikong tightly and refusing to let go, as if he was afraid that if he let go, everything would turn into flowers in the moon mirror in the water and disappear.

Now that he has caught it, he will never let go even if he dies.

"Kong'er, I will... I will give my all to be good to you, I..." Feng Ye burst into tears.

Yan Sikong closed his eyes.

He remembered Feng Ye asking him what he wanted.

There are many things that he doesn't want, but he just doesn't dare to ask for them. He knows too well how painful and hopeless it is to get and then lose them, so it would be better for him not to get them in the first place.

But the person he was holding, the person he would belong to all his life, even if she had once filled him with resentment, was still as deep in love with him as he was in those days. He could not completely forget her no matter what he had done. He was afraid that the life and death bond with Feng Ye was really their destiny. He accepted his fate, no matter what the future held.

Feng Ye's body began to sway, and his weight leaned towards Yan Sikong. Yan Sikong woke up as if from a dream. He steadied his lower body and said worriedly: "What happened to you? Are you injured... Let me see your injury!"

Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to her and only murmured "Kong'er". These two words were like a talisman to protect him. He called them over and over again, as if to confirm that Yan Sikong was really in his arms. His body fell downwards more and more weakly.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye tightly and shouted, "Someone come!"

Feng Ye smiled with tears in his eyes: "I'm fine, nothing will happen to me anymore, I want to look at you every day... Kong'er, you know, you are my... life."

Yan Sikong said hoarsely: "Then live well. If you dare to do such stupid things again, I will never forgive you!"

"I dare not." Feng Ye's voice became weaker and weaker. "I want to live with you... and die with you." He could no longer support himself, and fell into Yan Sikong's arms and fell asleep.