The moment Chickweed stepped out of the room, her heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.
It was a man, still dressed in black, standing quietly in the courtyard. His back was as straight as a mountain, and he had long black hair. The moonlight shone on him, as if he was covered with a layer of mystery. veil.
His eyes were so deep that he seemed to be able to see through the thick window paper and reach straight into Chickweed's heart.
There was no expression on his face, just like a sculpture. Only his eyes were like deep lakes, hiding endless secrets.
Chickweed's heartbeat accelerated, and she grasped the placket of her chest tightly with her hands, as if she wanted to suppress the panic in her heart, and as if she didn't want him to see her embarrassment, but she couldn't move her eyes away from the man, as if she was being held captive. His temperament is deeply attractive.
At this moment, the man seemed to feel Chickweed's gaze. He raised his head slightly, and the moment his eyes met hers, there seemed to be a flash of light.
Chickweed took a breath, her heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest, her hands were cold, and the blood on her face faded instantly, leaving only pale panic.
However, the man only stayed for a brief moment, then slowly turned around and left, his steps calm and leisurely.
Chickweed looked at his leaving figure, and the panic in her heart was gradually replaced by an inexplicable loss.
She still put her hand on her chest, as if she was still feeling her heartbeat speeding up at that moment. It was a feeling that she had never experienced before, which was both panic and strange, making her a little confused and a little expectant.
She looked at the figure who was about to disappear, rushed over without thinking, and hurriedly reached out to grab his clothes.
"Son..."
"what's the matter?"
There seemed to be a glimmer of hope left in Chickweed's heart, and then she mustered up the courage to ask: "May I ask, Master, why did you save me before, but still left me here?"
The man in black turned around with piercing eyes, "I just thought they were too noisy and disturbed my rest. I didn't mean to save you, let alone take you away."
After really hearing this, it was still a little hard to accept.
Are all the things those bandits said true?
She couldn't accept it, shook her head vigorously and said, "It's impossible. I don't believe it. You must have said that because you knew what happened later, right?"
The man in black looked at her hand holding on to his clothes, and pulled her hand away with disgust.
"Girl, please respect yourself. Some things should be looked into within yourself.
Furthermore, since I don’t know you personally, there seems to be no reason why I have to save you. "
After the man in black finished speaking, he turned around and left, never looking back at her again.
"You...how could you do this to me?" Chickweed's voice trembled, as if questioning him.
Her heart felt like it was pierced by a cold sharp knife, and the pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe.
The man in black stopped for a moment, but did not answer, as if she was no longer important in his eyes.
For a moment, he opened his thin lips and said in a cold voice: "There is nothing between us."
Chickweed stood there blankly, watching the back of the man in black fade away.
She slowly sat on the ground, tears sliding down her cheeks. She suddenly understood that she was just being sentimental.
Chickweed gently covered her chest, which was once filled with expectations for him.
At this moment, everything had turned into bubbles and burst in an instant. She closed her eyes and tried to tell herself that she wanted to wake up from this painful dream.
All this is just her own passion.
Her eyes became heavy in thought, like lake water on a winter night, deposited with cold thoughts.
Her lips tightened, as if searching for the power of words to describe the rage welling up within her.
She sat quietly for a while, her eyes focused on her hands, trembling slightly, as if she was releasing her inner conflict.
Then she suddenly straightened her back, like a keen cat ready to pounce on its prey.
Her eyes were firm and full of determination, as if she had made some important decision.
Her lips opened slightly and she uttered a firm and decisive sentence: I must take revenge.
Her voice was firm and powerful, full of determination and anger, and a blush appeared on her cheeks, the color of anger and determination.
She stood up, her body as tall as a mountain peak.
Her eyes scanned everything around her, as if searching for her target.
It wasn't until this moment that Chickweed truly realized that no one could rely on him, and only if he was strong enough could he have everything he wanted.
Her eyes seemed to be able to breathe out fire as she looked at the environment in front of her.
Chickweed thought nothing more. When she saw a well in the courtyard, she walked over and fetched a bucket of water. Looking at herself in the water, it was dirty and messy. She felt even more tormented in her heart.
After Chickweed washed herself, she carefully left the village.
Her figure was like a ghost, moving silently through the silent village road.
The doubts in her heart were like a fog, surrounding this cottage that should have been full of vigilance.
The tight guards and dense sentinels in the memory are in sharp contrast to the silence today.
Chickweed's heart was ups and downs, but she never encountered any obstacles.
The doubts in her heart could not be dissipated, but she could not believe the reality in front of her. She walked lightly and slowly, taking every step carefully to guard against possible changes.
However, the mountain road was silent as usual, with only the breeze blowing in the forest and the leaves rustling.
Chickweed's heart gradually sank, and an ominous premonition echoed in her heart. She quickened her pace, like a dexterous fox jumping between the roads. Her eyes searched around in the darkness, hoping to find a clue to solve the problem. This mystery.
However, the cottage seemed to be an empty city. Her footsteps echoed on the stone road, but she never encountered any obstruction.
Chickweed's heart was filled with confusion and fear. She wanted to leave this strange place and escape far away from this cottage that had once frightened and disgusted her.
She was filled with doubts, confusion and confusion, but she also knew that there was no answer she wanted to find.
Finally, the copycat that caused her pain was far behind her.
She raised her head and looked at the misty clouds on the horizon, feeling an indescribable sense of relief in her heart.
Her steps became brisk, and each step was in sync with her heartbeat, as if beating to a free melody.
Chickweed felt as if she had just been freed from heavy shackles and could now roam freely across the vast land.
Everything around her seemed so vivid, the green mountains and forests, the clear streams, and the smell of earth filling the air. These were things she had never noticed before. She took a deep breath and felt that It is the taste of freedom and the joy of being far away from the cottage.
Chickweed quickened her pace and embarked on the winding path. The breeze blew and the sun shone, and her heart was filled with determination and determination.
She knew that she was going to find Luo Jinyu.
But what she didn't know was that ever since she left the village, there had been a man and a woman following her.
The two figures quietly walked out of the woods. Their eyes were locked on her as she walked away, following and observing her all the way.
The two of them stood side by side, watching the retreating figure.
"Why do we keep following her?"
The woman lifted the veil from her face, and it turned out to be Peng Yu who had lost his memory.
There was no sisterly love for Chickweed in her heart.
The man next to her smiled and reached out to touch her face, "That's not for you."
Peng Yu didn't understand the meaning of his words, but he didn't break the sand
The pot asked to the end.
The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves on the man and Peng Yu. He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to stop time at this moment.
His fingers gently caressed her arm, and she felt a warmth rush to her heart with every touch.
The man looked down at her, with a gentle light shining in his eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a smile, which made her heart move.
They walked silently on the path, the man's arm always holding Peng Yu tightly.
She felt as if she were surrounded by his tenderness, a feeling that made her feel at ease.
When they reached an open grassland, the man stopped and turned to face Peng Yu. There was a deep emotion in his eyes, which made Peng Yu feel a little nervous.
The man hugged her tenderly, and they hugged each other tightly in the sunshine.
Peng Yu let him hold her, as if she liked him holding her like this more and more.
Although she didn't understand why and he didn't say anything to her, he often liked to hold her like this.
She didn't ask, and he didn't say anything.
The two of them seemed to be living day by day in perfect harmony.
Ever since she woke up, the person she saw was him.
He has always been very kind to me. Although he looks very cold, he is always very considerate to her.
However, even so, Peng Yu still doesn't know what his name is.
But this doesn't seem to affect their relationship.
Peng Yu gently held the man's arm, and her head rested naturally on his shoulder. Her movements were full of trust and intimacy, as if they were the two closest people in the world.
The man's body stiffened slightly, but soon relaxed, and he raised his hands to wrap around Peng Yu's waist.
Peng Yu's breath blew gently on his neck, making him feel waves of excitement. Their bodies were tightly attached to each other, as if they were in this moment.
The man looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness and affection. He gently stroked her hair, and they found comfort and warmth in each other's arms.
At this moment, they had smiles on their faces.
