I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

Under the sparse and bright moonlight, the sharp, perverse boy whose words were always piercing had red eyes.

He was a little at a loss, grabbed Sang Nian's sleeve, and said word by word:

"You taught me to show the wound."

Sang Nian couldn't describe how he felt at that moment.

Any words seem so pale and barren.

She stood on tiptoe, gently touched his head, and held his hand tightly, her palm warm:

"Well, our Xiao Xie did a great job."

This summer, it was a moonlit night after the rain.

The girl in white held the hand of the devil who would terrify countless people three hundred years later, and smiled at him with crooked eyes.

She patiently smoothed out all the sharp thorns on his body, cleaned his broken heart bit by bit, and carefully sewed up the patches.

Then he held it in his palm and breathed softly, saying:

"It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt."

Thirteen long and dark years passed, and finally, someone began to love him.

A very good person, come and love him.

Suddenly, Xie Chenzhou pulled her into his arms and held her waist tightly with his arms.

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Sang Nian didn't react for a moment and his hand froze in mid-air.

Xie Chenzhou buried his face in the crook of her neck and said in a low voice:

“I wanted to do that in that shabby temple.”

Sang Nian uttered an "ah" in a daze, and tentatively placed her stiff hands on his back:

"But you're holding me too tight, Xie Chenzhou. I can't breathe."

After a few seconds, Xie Chenzhou restrained himself and let go of her. When he looked at the person on the ground again, there was no warmth in his eyes:

"Wait for me over there, I'll be there soon."

Sang Nian didn't ask any more questions, just said:

"it is good."

After saying that, she stepped on the green pine needles and rotten leaves on the ground and walked to the edge of the dense forest.

She looked around, turned over and sat on a slightly shorter trunk of an ancient tree, looking up at the moon in the sky.

Not long after, footsteps came from behind.

She didn't even turn her head: "Okay?"

The young man walked up to her, still smelling faintly of blood.

He stood under the tree, looked up at her and held out his hand to her.

Sang Nian didn't care:

"It's only this high. I can jump down in one go. I don't need any help."

Xie Chenzhou said:

"I want to hold your hand."

Sang Nian was stunned and stammered:

"Ah, then, let's hold hands. It's a bit cold tonight anyway."

Xie Chenzhou's ears flushed, and he said vaguely:

"It's a bit cold."

Sang Nian carefully reached out and placed her fingertips on his.

He gripped it firmly and gently pulled it towards himself.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the girl's body shook. She flew down with the wind, and the hem of her skirt formed a beautiful arc in the air, dancing like a butterfly.

She threw herself into the arms of the young man under the tree.

He caught her steadily, without taking a step back.

Neither man spoke.

The night wind blew through the treetops, making a continuous rustling sound.

After a while, Sang Nian pushed him away, took a step back, and looked down at her toes:

"Let's go, it's time to go find Chu Yao and the others."

"Ah."

Xie Chenzhou walked beside her, still holding her hand tightly.

No one has walked on the path for many years. The grass is green and light purple clover flowers are blooming one after another.

Xie Chenzhou bent down to pick a flower, but when his hand was about to touch it, he pulled it back.

He straightened up and said:

"The day I was poisoned by the demon, you entered my past dream. You already knew what happened to me, right?"

Things have developed to this point, Sang Nian had no choice but to admit:

"After all, our relationship at that time was... not very good. I thought it would be better for you not to know about this, so I deliberately kept it a secret."

Xie Chenzhou's voice was so soft that only he could hear it:

"It turns out that it wasn't just my fantasy."

Someone really came down from the sky and tried to save him from the fire.

Xie Chenzhou closed his eyes tightly.

That's not the fantasy of a madman.

It is real, definite, and exists.

"But how did you escape later?" Sang Nian asked him.

Without waiting for his answer, she added:

"If you don't want to say it, you don't have to answer. I'm just asking casually."

Xie Chenzhou spoke in a steady tone:

"I was locked in a cage for seven years, and one day, I took the knife from his hand."

At this point, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes:

"—That was my first time killing someone, and I thought I killed him."

"Later, I jumped into the dark river and swam for a long, long time. I escaped successfully, and then I was..."

Having said this, he suddenly stopped.

Sang Nian did not ask what happened next.

She was silent for a while, then whispered:

"The water must be very cold?"

"..."

Xie Chenzhou was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at her, his voice hoarse:

"Well, it's cold."

She suddenly realized: "No wonder your hands are always cold and you can't warm them up no matter how hard you try."

Xie Chenzhou looked away, his tone unnatural:

"It will be warm if someone holds it."

Sang Nian: "...Huh?"

He took something out of his arms, took her right hand, and circled it around her slender wrist.

Sang Nian took a closer look.

It looks like silk thread, but tougher than silk thread. The moonlight shines on it, making it sparkle.

"What is this?" she asked curiously.

He cast a spell to secure both ends, then took his hand back and looked at it carefully:

"It's the strings."

Sang Nian was puzzled: "Strings?"

He said:

"This is the only thing my mother left me. Now, I give it to you."

Sang Nian wanted to take it down:

"How can this be possible? This is a thought your mother left for you..."

"The night you caught fireflies for me, they all prepared gifts for you."

Xie Chenzhou said:

"At that time, I didn't know what to give you. Now I know, and I want to give it to you."

"It was born to be worn on your hand."

Sang Nian hesitated: "But..."

Xie Chenzhou suddenly grabbed her hand and pursed his lips into a straight line.

He looked into her eyes closely, and as if mustering up great courage, he asked:

"What is our relationship now?"

Sang Nian's heart skipped a beat.

"Hmm... well... how should I put it..."

The relationship between her and Xie Chenzhou is really hard to understand.

They are husband and wife, but apart from being married, it seems that they are not that serious in other aspects.

There's also a sense of inexplicable shame.

Speaking of friends, have you ever seen a pair of friends of the opposite sex walking hand in hand under the moon like this?

Seeing that she didn't answer, Xie Chenzhou's eyes dimmed a little.

Sang Nian made up his mind and said:

"We're married, so we're a family."

Xie Chenzhou: "You mean, I'm your family?"

Sang Nian nodded vigorously: "Yes."

"Since you have no family, I am your family now."

She said solemnly:

"My home is your home, my brother is your brother, and the Liuliu I raised is your Liuliu."

A light gradually appeared in Xie Chenzhou's dark eyes, so bright that it was frightening.

He looked up at the moon in the sky for a long time, then lowered his head again, curled his eyelashes, and said with a smile:

"You can't lie to me."

Sang Nian also smiled: "I never lie."

Xie Chenzhou: "Who is better looking, me or Xiao Zhuochen?"

Sang Nian: "Xiao Zhuochen."

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Sang Nian: (?°?°?)

She quickly changed her words: "It's you!"

Xie Chenzhou: “Heh.”

Sang Nian: "You really are prettier!!"

Xie Chenzhou: “Haha.”

Sang Nian was speechless and choked.

Sure enough, life is like this, ups and downs.