crime of heart

Daylight gradually brightened.

Bai Qingyan lay on the ground, feeling in a daze.He saw something stranded on the snow not far away, shining a deep and rich red.It took him a while to realize that it was his blood. 1

The hot blood gushing out from under him gradually cooled down, and the big beach was frozen on the snow, turning a dazzling red.

At this moment, Bai Qingyan heard the car door open again and knew that Ji Ning had come out.Rusha's footsteps came from far to near, and stopped in front of him.Bai Qingyan raised her eyes, she saw a pair of black riding boots with spurs.

With a soft click, Bai Qingyan saw that the ice formed by his blood was crushed.

Ji Ning was still wearing that pure black cloak, and the thick soft fur on it flew past Bai Qingyan's eyes.Bai Qingyan knew that Ji Ning was leaving.He reached out desperately, fingers grasping the fur.

Ji Ning stopped in his tracks.

"doing what?"

"Ji...General...cough cough..." Bai Qingyan couldn't lift his head, opened his mouth, the ice and snow around his mouth choked into his throat, and his cheeks turned red from coughing.But he still tightly grasped Ji Ning's hem with his hands, his knuckles turned blue, "...already...cough cough...it's morning." 4

Ji Ning remained silent.

"I've been...cough cough...kneeling all night...yesterday you promised me, that warm...cough...clothes..."

"Bai Qingyan, I promise you." Ji Ning said calmly. "But ten years ago, you also promised..." 6

His voice gradually became weaker, and the words behind him were swept into the air by the cold wind, and no one could hear clearly.He squatted down suddenly, and tightly clenched Bai Qingyan's hand holding his cloak, with great strength, as if he wanted to crush that person's bones as well.

"Bai Qingyan, tell me, who are you?"

"I……"

"You said——who are you...?" 9

"I am Yuyao's prince. I am Yuyao's god of war——I am the guardian of Yuyao's subjects."

Ji Ning's eyes flickered, but there was no wave in the darkness.After a moment, he asked again,

"and then?"

"There is no more. All my life... I can only live for them." 7

Ji Ning looked at him.Slowly, a grin appeared on his lips,

"You've always thought so. It's just that today, you finally said it."

"..."

Ji Ning laughed loudly, shook off Bai Qingyan's hand, stood up abruptly, and strode forward.Bai Qingyan reached out again, but failed to grab him.

But suddenly, the footsteps beside my ears stopped again.After a while, the black fur cloak fell on Bai Qingyan.Pure black fur covered his face, but it didn't bring any warmth.

"You pestered me from yesterday to today, and that's just for this. After all, it's for them." 3

Without stopping for a moment, the riding boots walked away without any regrets.The rustling footsteps could no longer be heard, and Bai Qingyan managed to get up.His hands and feet were frozen stiff, he staggered, and fell into the snow again.But he got up in embarrassment, without even caring to wipe off the snow on his face, he hugged the cloak tightly and ran towards the cage. 8

But he stopped abruptly at the corner.

He's almost there.Do your best to bring a warm cloak - but it's still too late.

In the cage, a guard is dragging a thin girl into the snow.The girl had a pair of red strings tied around her head, which was now covered in mud.She tilted her head to one side and closed her eyes tightly, as if she had fallen asleep.But that bluish-purple complexion made Bai Qingyan's vision go dark, and the cloak in her hand almost fell to the ground.

Heart-piercing wailing came from the cage.The mother rushed over desperately, but was kicked aside by the guard and locked the door of the cage.She got up, with blood and tears all over her face, rushed to the wooden fence and stretched out her hand desperately, trying to grab the girl's ankle.

Bai Qingyan froze in place, unable to move.

He saw the guard hit her mother with a stick and pulled out the girl's feet.Then he dragged the little corpse past in front of him and walked far away.

There was a long drag mark on the snow behind the guard.This is the last trace left by a little girl in the world.A gust of wind blew by, and the trace quickly became lighter and disappeared.