After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

But I'm still sorry. "

"You have nothing to be sorry for me. You saved my life and the lives of those around me. Without you, I might be dead now, or life would be worse than death," Bian Baekhyun lowered his red lips The eyes and the corners of the mouth are raised, but the expression is dull and tired, "I can guess many things without you telling me, so don't apologize to me, I never blamed you."

"Then, do you know that Che Che is Bai Che?" The girl repeated the name, as if recalling something, she subconsciously covered her abdomen, and then quickly let go, "Bai Che, your high school junior, liked you people."

Bian Baekhyun stopped in his tracks, and after a while, he replied, "Now I know."

"It's not your fault." The girl said.

Bian Baekhyun raised the corners of his lips, the smile was not a smile, he just raised the corners of his mouth habitually to show that he was okay: "I know."

He looked at her silently, with shadows half-covered on his face, clearly separating light and darkness with the lines of the bones, he paused, and asked: "You and Bai Che, if I hadn't gone to you at that time , I didn't call my name, what are you going to do?"

"No plan," she looked at Baekhyun's slightly haggard side face, shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't see it, and let out a sigh of relief, "I will keep my promise to keep you safe. After that, I have no plan."

Hearing this, Bian Baexian turned his face and stared at her intently. After a while, he lowered his head to suppress the disappointment on the brows, then raised his face, and smiled, with a cautious temptation hidden in the joke: "You can put me Make it your plan."

"Is it possible?" The girl laughed, she stopped slowly, and looked at Baekhyun's persistent gaze above, with a rare patience and tolerance in her eyes, "Baekhyun, you have complicated feelings for me."

Her tone was a little slow, as if she couldn't bear to speak, but her words were clear, because she had to say: "You feel guilty for the fact that I died for you, and you are grateful for my promise to protect you, and now you feel guilty because of my death." Resurrected and relieved. You have experienced too much, and your emotions are too complicated. For me——you are in the illusion of liking me."

She was doing a psychological analysis on him, like a psychiatrist sitting behind the table with a warm smile on his face, but he was guiding a patient with the knowledge and experience in a cold book.

This scene seems to have returned to the first time they met, she stood beside God, looking down at the world, saying that he was cowardly and selfish, and he was more indifferent than then.

"You lack a sense of security and have been responsible for everything in life alone for a long time. When I enter your life as a stranger and you have to share some secrets with me, you will have an illusion, which is understandable." Her voice So soft, but without waves, all emotions are wiped out in the declarative sentence, "I can't use your current chaotic state to satisfy my selfishness, you need to understand."

"Are you explaining euphemistically—" Bian Boxian stopped suddenly and looked at her inexplicably. He was not angry because of her indifference, but was helpless, "Why do I like you?"

"You can't repay the kindness of saving your life. I really want to promise you with my body." He tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and said in a serious tone, "You have to know that there are many reasons why I like you, not just these, but many more."

Jian Wuyu froze for a moment, and almost squeezed her fingers hard, ten fingers connected to her heart. She could only let the pain stimulate her and keep herself awake. She didn't dare to hug him, and didn't dare to take any step closer.

She was standing at one end of the narrow sidewalk, and he was at the other end, separated by only half a person. If she wanted to, she could reach out and touch the corner of his down jacket hanging by her side.

But she couldn't help but look at him, he was cute and cute, the corners of his eyes drooping on his fair face showed innocence and melancholy, and his hazy temperament was dyed, making people unable to help but want to find out.

"I'm serious." He softened his voice.

He knew that she liked it the most.Jian Wuyu lowered his eyes and sighed lightly, feeling a little funny.She has seen every beauty trick, but she still falls for it willingly.

She touched the cold tip of her nose, took a deep breath, and said seriously, "Listen to my few requirements for my partner first, and then make a decision."

Seeing that pretending to be obedient is effective, Bian Boxian is naturally more obedient: "Say it."

But he didn't expect that Jian Wuyu would pull his sleeve so earnestly to make him stand upright. He blinked, and the fine snow fell on the tip of his nose. Her voice came slowly, with clear words.

"One, before I leave, you have the ability to keep your life running on a normal track and not suffer any loss due to your relationship with me."

Bian Boxian stared at her, under this gentle gaze, Jian Wuyu paused for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hands to cover his eyes as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

She couldn't look at him like that, she would want to kiss him.

"Second, after I leave, you have the ability to live a normal life, eat three meals a day as usual, work as usual, start a new relationship, marry others and have children, and live a normal life."

She just covered his eyes like that. She asked him softly but sternly, "Can you promise, Baekhyun."

After a brief moment of daze, Bian Boxian laughed suddenly, and in the rustling snow, he held Jian Wuyu's cold fingertips and placed them on his lips.

She seemed indifferent, but her fingertips were trembling, and she said, "I promise, Bian Boxian."

"You also have to promise," he smiled at Jian Wuyu, the smile slowly unfolded into a gentle arc, he said in a hoarse voice, "If one day you want to leave and never come back, just go, Don't worry about me being alone, okay?"

Bian Boxian's eyes are very dark, reflecting the color of snow, his eyes are unprecedentedly sober, he has seen through the real future.

He knew everything he would bear because of her.

Jian Wuyu was stunned, seeing herself in his dark eyes, she realized that the person in front of her was not just a young man who was nearly thirty years old, he was also an adult who was nearly thirty years old.

He can see clearly, no worse than her.

"I know, no one can restrict you, can't keep you, even if I like you. One day you will find your own name and leave," he wrapped her hands completely, pointing The coldness of the tip was no match for the warmth of the palm. He warmed her fingertips and said calmly, "You can go when the time comes."

If she didn't say it, it doesn't mean Bian Baekhyun doesn't understand.

Every time she is reborn, it means the suicide of another person, and there is no causal relationship between the two, but she is like a black crow reporting mourning, her appearance is ominous.

It is impossible to be immersed in the misfortune of others for a long time without affecting yourself. Even if you just stare at the edge of the abyss, you will hear whispers from the darkness sooner or later.

Everyone else pursues immortality. Since ancient times, Qin Shihuang took pills to pursue immortality.

And she knows the pain of eternal life.

She lives again as someone else, even if it is eternal life, it seems that she has never lived, and this cycle of reincarnation will never end, which can be regarded as the greatest torture to people's mind.

Jian Wuyu never expected Bian Boxian to think about this.

She suddenly remembered that Bian Baekhyun had never asked why Bai Che was killed because Bai Che was an immortal reborn like herself, she woke up suddenly, and smiled bitterly and helplessly.

It has to be said that he understands her like her natural enemy.

"Okay," she nodded, "I promise."

Bian Boxian looked at her seriously, suddenly his brows warmed up, and the corners of his drooping eyes raised slightly, he grabbed her hand and pulled it into his pocket, met her surprised eyes, and said briskly: "Okay, go eat Barbecue, girl."

Jian Wuyu moved her fingertips, and they were pinched even tighter in an instant. She was a little at a loss for a while, feeling a little helpless and amused at being so cautious.

"OK, boyfriend." She replied.

"You should be working today - don't you need to attend the New Year's Eve concert?"

"The opportunity must be given to the juniors. Ai Li and I have already started a live broadcast at ten o'clock. We originally wanted to celebrate the New Year with our family. I didn't expect you to suddenly—"

"Blame me."

"It's your fault. You don't know how fast my heart beat when I received your call. I just want to see you soon, and I'm afraid what will happen if you die again."

"Don't curse me, thank you."

"Do you know what Chuxue is?"

"A song by your group, on—"

"...No, people who see Chuxue together will fall in love, wow, really, my girlfriend doesn't seem to have romantic cells?"

"It's the inaccuracy of your question."

"Why did you give the hyacinth I gave you to the police officer, ah, I saw it, don't look at me like that, he won't take care of it at all, or should I tell him that the hyacinth will bloom again."

"Jin Meizhu? Ah, I heard that she studied very seriously in school, and she will definitely become a very good nurse when she comes out."

"Who are you this time? Looks like a college student—a high school student?"

"This time I'm—"

The small words fell all the way with the snow and drifted into the depths of the alley—"You don't drink a lot today" "Oh why, girlfriend, you can take me home" "You will have a fever" "Girlfriend~"

The snow in Seoul has not stopped all night.

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Jian Wuyu later remembered that she had neglected one thing. She promised Bian Boxian that she would leave when she wanted to, and would never stay because of him, but she didn't hear Bian Boxian's promise to her.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, Bian Baekhyun just didn't say.

Don't want to say, forgot to say.

No one knows.

Extra (1)

"Sorry, I don't think you are suitable."

The young professor has half-lidded eyes, a pair of thin golden-rimmed glasses on his tall nose bridge, his skin is extremely fair, and there is a gentle smile on his thin, bloodless lips