He sighed deeply and said, "Why did you bother to chase me?"
"You're injured, let me bandage it for you!" Bai Ruyan stretched out her hand.
Han Zhu opened her hand with a slap and let the blood on his body drain away. He would rather see her heartache and cry for him. It was better than that cold and ruthless look that rejected him thousands of miles away. After so many years, he wanted to ask her if she ever regretted it?
However, Han Zhu's heart was as deep as the sea and as hard as iron. He didn't say a word of passionate words. Since she said those heartless words to him back then, she ended it cleanly.
However, this strong man is still wrong, because when you give your heart to the person, she can always hurt you easily, even many years later.
He didn't want to take another look at Bai Ruyan, but those eyes kept looking at her, as if they wanted to imprint her ayan deeply in his heart.
After so many years, the fragile woman in white remains unchanged. Her innocent eyes are a little timid like a child, her curved willow eyebrows are straight and straight, and her red lips are pursed but she hesitates to speak.
"Congratulations! You are now the master of Xuanshuang Palace!"
"Azhu——"
Bai Ruyan looked at her, tears lingering in her eyes again. This man in white clothes risked his life in order to save Hua Yueran. He was scarred and his white clothes were stained with blood. After many years, maybe he already loved someone else. , and the most beautiful woman in the demon clan named Hua Yueran must be the true love in his heart.
Back then, the young man in white had risked his life to save himself, and it was the same now, but to save other women.
When she thought of this, Bai Ruyan's heart felt sour, and she felt extremely sad and sad. But now that they had broken up, she no longer had the identity of being sad.
She tried her best to suppress the sadness in her heart, and reached out again, trying to support Han Zhu.
Unexpectedly, Han Zhu was holding a breath of bad breath in his heart at this moment. Seeing his old love again, he felt that his long-calmed heart was suddenly turned upside down, with mixed feelings. He opened Bai Ruyan's hand fiercely.
Then he endured the severe pain from the wound on his chest and walked forward.
Perhaps because of the excessive grief and anger in his heart, since it gave him a powerful force to support him to continue walking, he walked all the way, and she followed all the way. In the end, Hanzhu became furious and turned around to roar at her.
"Go back - go back! You are still the righteous palace master, and you should not be with me, an evil heretic! What will happen if others see you?"
What will happen? You will be criticized by thousands of people, you will be spit on by thousands of people, you will be destroyed forever, and your life will be worse than death.
She had thought about these consequences that frightened her over and over again when she was young. Even now as an adult, she still could not face such tragic consequences.
Her hands were trembling slightly, and the wind was gently blowing the white gauze she wore on her face. The thin white gauze vaguely outlined her hazy outline, like a dream.
Han Zhu looked at Bai Ruyan, who was stunned there, and felt a knife stabbing into his heart again. The fine hair on his forehead swayed gently in the wind, and fine sweat mixed with blood stained his hair.
In the heart-rending pain, he finally couldn't bear it and collapsed. The man in white fell in the vast wilderness. She finally rushed over and held him in her arms, hugging him. At the same time, the white gauze on his face fell off, revealing the face that he had longed for.
Bai Ruyan's slender shoulders trembled slightly, and big tears burst into her eyes. She said nothing, but she said everything.
Han Zhu, who was unconscious, smiled slightly, as if in a dream. He made a difficult sound in his throat, and couldn't help but reach out and gently brush the broken hair on her cheek.
In my dream, I cried thousands of times when I dreamed of her, and I was happy and heartbroken. Only in dreams can his sincerity be released.
"Azhu—Azhu—"
Hanzhu finally fainted in her arms. He lost too much blood and his mood swings were so strong that Hanzhu finally collapsed.
The autumn wind is strong, the autumn grass is strong, and the autumn sky is cool.
The two of us know the things that are on the minds of our old friends and miss each other.
Locked in loneliness, some people can really rely on memories to continue a love until death.
Bai Ruyan brought Han Zhu to a cave, then carefully bandaged his wounds, gave him some elixir, and then stayed by his side silently.
Hanzhu's jade-like face looked colder and paler due to excessive bloodthirsty. Her slender fingers gently brushed his cheeks, tracing his soft eyelashes, high bridge of nose and soft lips.
Her heart almost melted. On the battlefield, the first time she saw Han Zhu, her heart began to turn upside down. She thought she could forget everything, but when she saw her again, she still couldn't stop missing him. , loving him.
After so many years, I thought that this demon boy had long been a thing of the past, forgotten in my memory, and everything in the past was dusted in memory. But time has passed, and when I see that person again, my heart is still thrilling, and my heartstrings are still trembling.
Seeing old love is like the recurrence of an old disease, they are scabs that cannot be touched by each other.
Is this love? Maybe this is love!
She took out the green sachet hidden on her body, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it gently. The remaining fragrance was gone. She leaned slightly, leaned her head gently on his arms, and greedily smelled the blood mixed with it. The scent was a long-lost scent, and it belonged to Hanzhu. After so many years, he still liked to wear the sachet with that scent, as if nothing had changed.
Her eyelashes, as white as cigarettes, trembled slightly in the firelight, and tears slid gently down her face. She could never forget that cold rainy night and the oath she made.
The sound of thunder passed through my ears, and old dreams resurfaced again.
Beside the stream, a group of girls in white clothes from Xuanshuang Palace were playing. Each of them held up the water in the stream with their white jade-like hands and poured it on each other. Several naughty junior sisters were catching fish in the stream, and some senior sisters were playing in the stream. While tidying up, you can also find some beautiful pebbles to bring back for decoration.
Playing in the stream at dusk is a rare free time for the female disciples of Xuanshuang Palace after practicing every day. This unknown stream is located in the mountain behind Xuanshuang Palace. I don’t know how many generations of disciples of Xuanshuang Palace have accompanied it. big.
However, generation after generation has passed, and this creek still has no name, but it lives in the memory of every female disciple of Xuanshuang Palace and can never be erased.
Bai Ruyan was among them. She was surrounded by several junior sisters and splashed water on her. She could only dodge left and right. She picked up the corner of her skirt and kicked the opponent with splashes of water with her jade feet. But even so, she was splashed with water all over in embarrassment. , the girls giggled, like branches of morning flower buds, bright and tender.
During the fight, Bai Ruyan's silk handkerchief fell down at some point and flowed down the stream. However, everyone who was having fun did not notice it, not even Bai Ruyan himself.
The white silk handkerchief, like a white fish, swayed from side to side along the stream, slowly floating down the water. A young man carrying a long sword happened to be passing by. He pulled out the long sword and picked up the fish that came along the water. A square silk handkerchief, with a pink peach blossom embroidered on one corner, full of spring, and the word "smoke" embroidered on it.
He suddenly heard voices in front of him and thought that the silk handkerchief must have been dropped by someone upstream of the creek, so he picked up the silk handkerchief and went to look for it. He also wanted to ask for the way to Wildcat Ridge.
"Excuse me……"
The young man's voice broke the noise of the girls, and they all turned to look at him. The young man was dressed in white as snow, with black hair like water, clear eyebrows, and extraordinary appearance. However, his figure was too slender, and his slender waist was actually smaller than that of a girl. The ones are even more detailed, which makes people feel ashamed after looking at them.
In addition, their bodies were wet with water at the moment, and they were somewhat embarrassed. They were all happy, timid, and even a little panicked.
They have grown up in Xuanshuang Palace since they were young. There are no male disciples in the palace. In addition, the palace rules are strict and men and women are different. They must have certain protections towards men to avoid being gossiped about and humiliating the palace.
The girls in front of them saw some panic on their faces, maybe they thought he was a bad guy.
The young man hurriedly raised the silk handkerchief in his hand and said loudly: "I don't know which girl dropped the silk handkerchief. It went down the river. I found it and came here to return it."
A few sharp-eyed people saw the word "smoke" embroidered on the corner of the silk handkerchief, and they smiled and said: "It's like smoke! Hahaha!"
A few people smiled and pushed the cowardly Bai Ruyan out. Bai Ruyan was originally timid and cowardly, and because he was a handsome man, he became even more shy and uneasy. They wanted to escape, but unexpectedly the naughty sisters... Pushed her out, then turned around and ran away.
Bai Ruyan was the only one left. She was startled and turned around hurriedly, wanting to follow her. Unexpectedly, the young man behind her said again: "Girl, your silk handkerchief!"
Bai Ruyan turned around and saw that the young man's eyes were as clear as the breeze and the bright moon. He didn't seem to be a bad person, so he stepped forward and reached out to take the silk handkerchief, saluted and said, "Thank you, sir!"
The young man then carefully looked at the girl in white in front of him. She was not the kind of person who looked stunning at first glance, but she was exceptionally fresh and refined, like smoke and mist, like the wind and willows. This kind of beauty cannot be grasped. When people see it, they feel a spring breeze blowing through their hearts, and all the troubles in the world can be eliminated.
Yes, such a face has a healing feeling, as if being with her, the world will become peaceful and there will be no more disputes.
The young man returned the courtesy and said, "Hanzhu, what's the girl's name?"
Bai Ruyan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said timidly: "My name is...Bai Ruyan, and I am a female disciple of Xuanshuang Palace."
"Bai Ruyan - it's such a nice name. The person lives up to his name, like smoke and illusion." After Hanzhu finished speaking, he looked at Bai Ruyan.
The long white hair of Ruyan became slightly curved due to being stained with water droplets. The water droplets looked colorful under the sunlight. A touch of pink appeared on her fair face, and there was a hint of shy comfort in the corners of her eyes.
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