White Moonlight on the run in the Republic of China

He wanted to catch up and stop Xiao Se, but what should he say after stopping Xiao Se?

At this time, he was indeed at a loss for words.

But a thought spontaneously came to Yan Chen's mind, which made Yan Chen feel that he could see the future.

Xiao Se's back was getting further and further away, she almost ran away.

Yan Chen couldn't help sighing, thinking that perhaps the most important thing for Xiao Se at this time is to be with her.

He immediately set off to catch up.

After walking out of the pier, you can still see the relatives who come and go, and the sky is lonely at dusk, Xiao Se feels even more desolate in his heart.

Where should she go?

Going back to the sleeve to win Yunniang's favor?
Or go back to the courtyard in the alley, waiting for the dawn alone at night?

The future is so bleak, Xiao Se couldn't help but look at the bayonet in his hand.

as if...

Just holding the knife, when I was able to fight for my own life, there was still such a tinge of pleasure.

At this time, her hands were held by another pair of slender hands with scars.

Yan Chen moved closer to Xiao Se's side, looking down at her.

Among the bustling crowd passing by, Xiao Se was not the only one who was lonely and desolate after all.

"This knife..."

Yan Shen's expression was a bit complicated.

Xiao Se struggled a bit, but couldn't break away from Yan Chen's hand.

"My brother gave it to me, and it saved my life today."

Xiao Se said softly.

Yan Chen could not help but smile slightly.

"You only know that this knife was handed over to you by your elder brother, but you don't know that I entrusted a foreign friend to bring this knife."

He paused.

She couldn't help frowning.

Yan Chen held Xiao Se's hand tightly.

"What? You still want to throw away this knife? Just now you said that this knife saved your life, so you're going to turn your face and deny anyone so soon? Xiao Se, why do you..." Yan Chen didn't want to talk to Xiao Se said something too serious.

"I……"

Xiao Se froze, speechless.But this knife...

"Could it be that you haven't noticed the word "Shen" engraved on the handle of the knife after using it for all these years?" Yan Chen said softly.

Xiao Se frowned, and now he looked over carefully, and saw a small but real word "Shen" engraved on the side of the handle.

"See it, Xiao Se?"

Yan Shen said softly.

Xiao Se couldn't help but took a deep breath, feeling really embarrassed at this moment.

"This knife..."

"no……!"

Yan Chen thought of something, quickly interrupted Xiao Se, and said helplessly, "Xiao Se, you are not going to throw this knife away, are you? You can't do it, Xiao Se? This knife can be regarded as a good companion for you Years, even if I was wrong, but this knife is yours, it saved your life, and it will follow you a long way."

Xiao Se gently put the small bayonet back into his pocket.

"……Um."

Xiao Se nodded.

Yan Chen couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw Xiao Se bowed his head and his eyes were red.He moved closer and looked into Xiao Se's eyes, "Xiao Se, you have always carried a knife with you. How hard have you been through these years? I am really sorry. If you give me another chance, I should take you out of Jiangcheng together, even if you don't want to, I should tie you by my side, instead of now, you don't even want to look at me more." Yan Shen said desolately.

Looking at Yan Chen, Xiao Se frowned slightly.

"This knife... actually saved me more than once."

Xiao Se said with some difficulty.

Yan Chen looked down at Xiao Se's eyes and was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Se felt a little tormented in his heart, but he still shook his head under the entanglement.

"Forget it, it's over, I don't want to mention it anymore, Yan Chen, thank you, the money, I will return it to you as soon as possible, from now on, we will never owe each other."

Xiao Se broke away from Yan Chen, walked around him, and left.

"Xiao Se?"

Yan Chen wanted to turn around and chase after him.

"Yan Chen, don't pester me any longer, and don't destroy the sliver of gratitude I just had for you."

Xiao Se said these words lightly, then continued to leave.

In the evening, Xiao Se's back was getting farther and farther away, and many things were up and down in her heart. Thinking of those wandering days, if she hadn't held the knife tightly and forced many people back, she might have already died. There is no guarantee of innocence.

However, she didn't expect that the word "Shen" was solidly carved on the handle of the knife, as if the seriousness was engraved on her heart like a knife, which was tormenting.

But she can no longer look back, cleaning up this fate is the best result.