Ingenuity

The unexamined days lasted for an unknown amount of time, and Qingyan's thoughts gradually became clear again, and sometimes he was able to distinguish strangers clearly, and he could have some impressions in retrospect.

Zhuang Hansu has been busy looking for medicine for Qingyan, the panacea in the world, but all the medicines that are good for the body are dedicated to Qingyan, and Qingyan's complexion and health are much better, until the northern country that is like spring all the year round suddenly ushered in a new year. heavy snow.

Qingyan had never seen snow before. When she woke up in the morning and opened the door, flecks of white snow like feathers floated down scatteredly, which really stunned Qingyan for a long time.

"My lord, this is snow." Qingyan looked at Lingshan who was speaking, "Snow? Isn't the North Country Neverwinter?"

Lingshan smiled, "It is true that there is no winter in the northern country, but I am from the southern city, so I have seen snow."

"You are from Nancheng..."

"Yes, when I was 12 years old, I encountered an accident and was rescued by the prince."

"Never go back?"

Lingshan's eyes brightened, "How about going back?"

Qingyan looked at the snowflakes falling in front of her, and sighed, "Maybe someone is waiting for you."

"No relatives, no friends, no concerns."

"Why am I not? I don't know the meaning of life now."

"Is there no one in your heart?"

Yan Zhi's appearance flashed in his mind, and many past flashes back, but there was no ripple in his heart, shaking his head, Qingyan said: "It's just empty thoughts, it's better to have nothing."

Zhuang Hansu grasped Qingyan's hand from behind and gently flattened his palm, scattered snowflakes fell on Qingyan's palm, without any tactile sensation, but Qingyan seemed to be able to feel the softness of falling.

Lingshan silently resigned beside him, and Qingyan realized that there was no space-time disorder this time, but he didn't feel it when Zhuang Hansu approached him.

"Once upon a time, I could hear the sound a hundred meters away."

While saying regretful words, Qingyan's voice did not have any warmth; just like the sigh just now, even though it was a sigh, he did not feel any melancholy.

Zhuang Hansu curled his lips, "When did you hear my footsteps?"

"I am in the world, and I have no meaning for existence."

Hearing these words without warmth but full of despair, Zhuang Hansu couldn't help but tighten his grip on Qingyan, "Who says there is no, I can only live with you."

"That's your meaning, not mine."

Qingyan turned his head back to the room, and the snowflakes around him were blown away by his movements.

Zhuang Hansu really wants to give himself two slaps now, why did he leave him there by himself, he clearly knew... He clearly knew...

It's self-inflicted, it's really a cocoon.

Qingyan went back to her room and looked at the apple-peeling knife on the table, gently picked it up, walked out the door, and was surrounded by snowflakes in the sky. Under Zhuang Hansu's eyelids, the tip of the knife turned inward, and ruthlessly aimed at her heart. Once; feeling the pain of the knife piercing into flesh and blood, Qing Yan staggered with his chest in his arms, gritted his teeth, and poked some more.

Zhuang Hansu was so stupid that he realized that he was so flustered that he almost fell down, ran towards Qingyan, and grabbed Qingyan's hand that was going to continue to exert force.

Zhuang Hansu supported Qingyan, his eyes were already red, "Are you crazy?!"

Qingyan didn't have the strength to grab the knife from him, and didn't move, "For me, it's better to die than to live like this."

Today's Qingyan seems to have lost its soul, lost its passion, forgotten why it is alive, and has no goals.

Love-breaking water will make people lose their seven emotions and six desires, but if they lose their seven emotions and six desires, why do people live?

How is the love-breaking water not poisonous?This is the toxicity of this water.

Loss of will, ruthless and emotionless.

Zhuang Hansu's hands were trembling, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the knife fiercely, Qingyan passed out immediately, Zhuang Hansu dropped the knife and picked up Qingyan, "Come here! Come here!"

The blood stained the white snow on the ground red, and the swaying bright red was slowly smudged on the snow.

Like the ruthless mortal beings in this world.

Zhuang Hansu took off Qingyan's clothes to stop his bleeding, only to find that Qingyan's body was covered with new scars. He had been self-inflicted for many days, and he didn't realize it at all!

Zhuang Han stared at the pale Qingyan with red eyes, his voice trembling, "It must be like this..."

"Since you have no hope of living, from now on, I will give you a reason to live!"