Tonight seems much lonelier and colder than usual.
Otherwise, why would he feel cold all over?
The girl's tearful eyes lingered in his mind. Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered her decisive words, "I will never like him again."
Isn't this exactly what he wants?
Tiandao stood outside the door, separated from her by a wall.
The bleak wind blew up his clothes.
The slightly messy hair swept across his obscure eyebrows and eyes.
Heavy snow gradually fell from the sky, covering the ground with white, and slowly a thin layer of icing formed.
These are the tears of heaven.
The snow seemed to be in awe of him, and before it could land on the god's shoulders, it was blown away by the wind.
Tiandao sensed something and suddenly looked up, only to see Panshu walking towards him holding a green oil-paper umbrella. She was only wearing a crescent-white mink cloak and walked with a lazy and relaxed pace. But when Tiandao looked again, she had turned into the mortal woman who was hurt by love.
He couldn't see through her.
Tiandao suddenly realized.
She is dangerous, deadly, addictive, and unpredictable.
"umbrella."
Her voice was slightly hoarse, as if she had just cried. The remaining tears at the corners of her crimson eyes made Tiandao's heart skip a beat. He subconsciously grabbed her arm and held her tightly in his arms.
That moment.
Tiandao only then felt complete.
"Help me." She pushed him gently. Tiandao's body stiffened slightly, but he hugged her tighter the next second.
She bent her lip and said, "Fu Ce, you're the one who doesn't want me, so why are you pretending to be so hypocritical in front of me? Are all of you righteous people as hypocritical and disgusting as you?"
Tiandao wanted to explain something, his lips moved a few times, but no words came out.
A wave of despair and sorrow washed over him.
He is not Fu Ce.
Tiandao wanted to argue.
But he also hoped so sincerely that she could love him, even if it was just to use him as a support.
As soon as this thought popped into his mind, Tiandao stood there in a daze.
A fishy-sweet feeling surged in my throat.
He coughed softly.
"No..." He restrained himself and let go of her, "I just want to see you."
However, Pan Shu didn't believe a word he said. She slowly pulled back her hand that was tightly held by him. She looked at him quietly. The dead silence in her eyes was so cold that it frightened Tiandao.
"What do you mean? You hate me, but you want to see me?"
She reached out and gently touched her heart: "I don't want this naturally sentimental heart at all."
Tiandao suddenly realized something and rushed forward in horror to stop it.
But the girl cut out her own heart first.
That rotten heart that had long since stopped beating.
She threw it on the ground casually.
She pursed her lips in relief. "Thankfully, this mansion is rich in spiritual energy. It's allowed me to regain some of my previously depleted spiritual power. Although it's weak, it's just right for gouging out a useless heart."
"Fu Ce, your love is just like you, and it makes me sick."
Tiandao felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He squatted on the snow in a panic, with trembling hands, and picked up the abandoned dead object.
He looked at the direction where Banshu left in confusion and panic.
"Ban Shu..."
"Don't leave me."
Why is he in so much pain?
Tiandao curled his lips in self-mockery. How could he not be Fu Ce?
It was clearly him who accompanied the little girl down the mountain to buy candied haws, jewelry, set off lanterns, and watch fireworks...
That person is Fu Ce. It's also him.
Lighting lanterns...
Tiandao's eyes lit up and his mind moved.
What Pan Shu had written on the lantern that day appeared before him in its entirety.
"I want to be with Fu Ce forever and ever, and Fu Ce must buy me candied haws for the rest of my life!"
The emotion called despair turned into a bloody mouth and slowly swallowed him.
The way of heaven seemed to have fallen into endless darkness.
My heart feels empty.
What on earth did he lose?
Why couldn't he find it no matter how hard he looked?
Beside the courtyard are red plum blossoms of excellent quality, with icy snow foam clinging to the delicate and tempting petals, like gurgling blood flowing in the snow.
Tiandao lowered his eyes in a daze, staring at his trembling fingertips.
"Tell me, who am I..."
A golden line appeared faintly on the man's forehead, and then a crack appeared.
The cracks then grew wider and wider.
Finally, the entire golden pattern shattered like porcelain.
He covered his forehead in pain and squatted in the snow. The cold snow soaked his clothes and penetrated through the gaps between his bones, making his limbs stiff with pain.
He murmured softly: "Shushu..."
"I'm Fu Ce."
But he is also the way of heaven.
Heaven is ruthless.
As soon as He Qing felt the powerful spiritual power fluctuations here, he rushed to the courtyard.
He was shocked by Fu Ce lying on the ground covered in blood.
Then, seeing the bloody heart in his hand, his pupils shrank and his face suddenly turned pale with panic.
He Qing didn't have time to think about it and quickly pushed open the door.
"Shushu!"
But he found the girl unconscious on the ground.
There was an empty silence in my chest.
He Qing's breath was choked.
His fingertips trembled slightly as he carefully picked up the girl and coaxed her softly, "The ground is cold, why don't you sleep on the bed?"
Unfortunately, no one responded to him.
He Qing pursed his lips, cut his wrist, squeezed out the blood, and fed it to her.
He waited for a long time.
So long that my tears are drying up.
He finally couldn't hold back and let out a whimpering cry similar to that of a small animal. "Don't leave me, please... Shushu, can you open your eyes and look at me?"
His fingertips didn't even dare to touch her cold wrist.
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