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Xiaoxiao, congratulations, you finally killed me. What a beautiful job. Yin looked at her with a smile.

Mu Xiaoxiao knelt down and looked at the bleeding spot on Jiu Lanyin's chest: It was you, you held my hand and stabbed me! Why are you doing this? Didn't I already promise you? What do you want? You What is the purpose of this? Her mind was in chaos, completely disrupted by Jiu Lanyin's actions.

Yin's face turned pale: Purpose? The purpose is to let you kill me. He smiled.

You are crazy...you are really crazy. I obviously promised you. I obviously...promised you...why do you do this?! Let me go, let go of my children, that's all for you Is it difficult? She looked at Jiu Lanyin angrily, not knowing what was going on now. Could this injury, this blood, and everything in front of her be fake?

You want to stay by my side, and you are so painful that you cry, so what's the point? It's really difficult for me to let you go... Ha... As long as I live, I will never let you go! Jiu Lanyin grabbed Xiaoxiao's wrist with one hand. Hold it tightly, hold it...

Mu Xiaoxiao's pupils trembled and she looked at Jiu Lanyin with strange eyes: You, what do you want?

Yin's hand slowly touched Xiaoxiao's face.

Mu Xiaoxiao immediately turned his head away, preventing her from touching him.

Silver smiled: Let me touch you.

Impossible, I want to find my daughter. Xiaoxiao stood up and was about to leave. Jiu Lanyin must have lied to her. How could he die so easily? It was all a scam.

Yin held her hand without letting go: She won't be killed so soon. Stay with me.

Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with water as she looked back at Jiu Lanyin: Jiu Lanyin, are you playing a game with me? You're just pretending. You're not hurt at all, right?

Yin grabbed her hand and touched the bleeding spot on her chest, letting her feel the hot blood that kept pouring out...

Xiaoxiao swallowed. She was really bleeding. Is it true? !

It's true, you, you...Jiu Lanyin, what are you going to do? She was very sure that the wound was in the heart...

If I die, will you be sad for me? Yin asked.

No, I won't feel sad for you. She said tremblingly, almost unable to believe the chaotic situation in front of her.

Yin smiled and said: You are really outspoken. Such heartless words.

Xiaoxiao moved her hands, which were covered with Jiulan Yin's blood: I, I'll call your men down.

Yin did not let go of her hand: What are you asking my men to do? Do you want to save me?

Let go! Xiaoxiao roared.

Silver still smiled.

Jiu Lanyin, I tell you to let go! If you continue like this, you will really die! Why do you have to end up in this situation? Let me go, please!

Xiaoxiao, you really don't remember me? There was a smile on Yin's lips, and her silver-gray eyes seemed to be filled with mist.

What are you talking about? Do you remember anything? I haven't forgotten you! Looking at Jiu Lanyin strangely.

That snowy day, when we met. Xiaoxiao... I really want to go back to that day... That was our beginning... Yin's tone of voice became a little difficult.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him confused, snowing day? What a snow day.

It hurts...

Broken memories seemed to be rushing into my mind like crazy, coming again... coming again... and a strange voice sounded in my mind.

I don't know what you are talking about, I don't know what you are talking about. Mu Xiaoxiao pressed her head with one hand.

Yin looked at her and slowly touched her cheek with his hand: How I want to go back to the past. At that time, we were all children, and we could stay where time was, sitting together and listening to those songs that never grow old. The story slowly unfolds.

Mu Xiaoxiao collapsed next to the sofa, her eyes were red and her head was aching: Don't, Jiu Lanyin, don't say any more, I don't remember anything, I don't know anything, I don't know anything about snowy days!

Jiu Lanyin still smiled, let go of Mu Xiaoxiao's hand, and hesitantly touched the glass jar with butterflies on the sofa. He took the jar and put it in his arms: Xiaoxiao, it doesn't matter if you don't remember... at least we I once had...

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the jar of butterflies. Her head hurt so much that she wanted to hit the wall: Once? What once?

Xiaoxiao...let's meet again in the next life...don't...forget me again...this time, we have made an agreement.

Jiulan Yin, Yin... please stop saying incomprehensible words, okay? Xiaoxiao was anxious. Looking at his bleeding wound, my heart couldn't stop trembling.

Don't worry... I will definitely come to you first in the next life. I will definitely find you... No matter what you become, be it a cat, a dog, a flower, a grass, or a butterfly, I will find you and then... fall in love with you. You... Yin slowly closed his eyes, and at the last moment, his hand opened the lid of the glass jar.

The hand holding the lid fell down weakly.

With a 'clang' sound, the cover rolled off the sofa and shattered on the floor.

Butterflies flew out of the opened glass jar...

Yin's eyes were almost closing. The moment they closed, he watched the butterflies flying around Mu Xiaoxiao, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Colorful butterflies were flying. Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the butterflies in front of her. She froze, her head hurting violently, and the picture in her mind changed from broken to complete.

Crazy squeezed into her mind.

On that snowy day, a beautiful young man stood by the river.

Big brother. You are going to fall if you move forward. She grabbed the boy's hand.

That was the first time the two people met. When the boy turned around, it was the first time the two people looked at each other. That's how they met...

The thread of fate has quietly tied the two people together here.

I like butterflies, I like butterflies flying all over the sky. Big brother, let me show you something. She took out a glass jar, which was full of butterflies.

Brother, please don't die.

Brother, can you smile?

So your name is Yin, Yin... Yin... your eyes are so beautiful.

Yin, don't be afraid, I will warm your hands. When your hands are warm, your heart will be warm...

Memories of childhood entered Mu Xiaoxiao's mind like crazy, big brother? Oh my god, that’s me when I was a kid! That's my lost memory.

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes instantly became moist. He lowered his eyes and looked at Jiu Lan Yin: Yin... Yin...

Yin didn't respond. He just sat on the sofa with an empty glass jar in his arms. Blood was still overflowing from his chest, slowly turning the surrounding area red.

Yin, I, I seem to remember... Yin, I remember, I really remember everything, I know, I think of you! Mu Xiaoxiao hugged Jiu Lan Yin.