After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

"Brother..."

"Brother is still waiting for me..."

Liu An was able to get up completely because of this level of faith. His clothes were covered with blood, and he was so painful that he was about to pass out, but he still tightly clutched his sleeves: "I have to... I have to go back to see my brother..."

Just... even if he wants my life, it doesn't matter...

If he wanted to kill him, he could kill it, but it was just a little bit sad.

What else can he not give to his brother?

Liu An smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said slowly, "I can't die..."

"At least I can't die like this..."

He was covered in wounds, four or five blood holes, his clothes were wet and bloodstained, he frowned: "I can't go back like this, I can't scare senior brother..."

Liu An walked back with difficulty, several times he fell directly on the muddy ground, but he still managed to get up...

In order not to make his senior brother worry, maybe he will be worried, after all, the tears of senior brother are not fake, even if they are fake, it doesn't matter, it can be regarded as an intention...

Liu An changed into clean clothes, walked into the room with the bowl of hot porridge, and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Brother, it's my fault."

"I came too late, your face is not good."

Liu An blew on the porridge, then carefully delivered it to his mouth, and every movement would touch his wound in a subtle way, and the blood would stain his flesh and stick together from time to time.

It's just that it doesn't matter, his life and death are nothing...

Liu An blew on the porridge on the spoon, gently sent it to his mouth, lowered his eyes, and smiled to himself: "Are you still afraid of me?"

"Yes, I used to be a little fierce."

The resentment was buried in his heart and took root, so his face naturally became a little more hideous.

"I will... I won't be so fierce to you in the future, don't be afraid of me, okay?"

Liu An's tone was a little pitiful, and it seemed to be praying.

He didn't know how long his life was left, maybe today or tomorrow maybe he fell down suddenly, but...

In this last time, let's keep some good memories, and let the senior brother have a good impression of him.

For the time being, he can still survive, and he will die later.

Just... a little later...

Liu An lowered his head, smiled bitterly, and looked at the black burn marks on his waist and palms...

He carefully finished feeding the bowl of porridge, then reached out and wiped the porridge stains from the corner of Hua Ming's mouth, "Just now..."

Are you really worried about me just now?

Do you want me to die?

Or did you cry when you were frightened?

Liu An didn't ask, but his heart was extremely disturbed, and his mind was filled with Showa's ruthless words...

He couldn't believe it and wouldn't believe it, but this didn't affect his emotional sadness at all, and his wavering heart shook even more violently.

The night was getting darker, and the cold wind came in from the half-closed window, and the candlelight flickered slightly...

There were only three candles lit in the house, and two of them were blown out due to the strong wind.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Nanyuan Mountain Villa to cure your poison."

"I... I will return all your skills to you..."

Hua Ming was a little surprised, and blinked his eyes twice quickly, he...has he finally stopped being a rookie?

Cannon fodder counterattack?

Salted fish turned around?

Hua Ming was still a little surprised, and looked up at the person beside him, only to see that his brows were tightly furrowed, and his pale lips were tightly pursed.

"Although your skill is not as good as mine, you can win most people."

"It's good if you can protect yourself."

If one day I'm gone, you won't be bullied...

There will be no such thing as today...

You should have been very good, only because of my selfishness...

Liu An was extremely guilty, the dim candlelight shone on his pale face, and his expression was gloomy: "Hua Ming, do you have doubts about me?"

"For example, just now, do you think I won't save you?"

There were many bloody holes on his body, but he just tied them with bandages casually, not because he didn't want to use medicine.

Rather, he felt that firstly, he was wasting time and didn't want to make his brother wait for him for too long, and secondly, he couldn't die anyway.

Sometimes, the pain will make him live more clearly and feel more alive. In short, it is great not to die.

Liu An tucked in the quilt, looked at his raised hand again, and smiled bitterly: "I never really wanted to give up on you."

"Even if you are fake..."

"Or...you're just pretending, it's okay..."

It was so sad that he couldn't hide his sadness in his voice. Without outsiders, he was just a poor child in front of Hua Ming.

Once his finger was pricked, tears would fill his eyes and he wanted to hug him. He couldn't hold on in front of his senior brother, and the disguise was only for a moment...

Liu An stretched out her hand and placed it on the back of his cold and pale hand, clasped her fingers tightly, the gaps between her fingers stuck to each other, blood felt blood.

He slowly closed his eyes, and whispered softly: "As long as senior brother is here, I will be satisfied."

"In this world, I only have you left."

don't care... don't care...

Don't care about anything, let's do it like this, let's just barely live like this...

Liu An clenched his fingers tightly, and her breathing gradually became even. She put her other hand on his waist, closed her eyes and enjoyed this quiet moment.

Every minute, he cherishes it very much and is extremely reluctant to part with it.

And Hua Ming looked at him quietly with wide eyes, and I have to say that his eyebrows and eyes are very well formed and carefully crafted.

Such a good-looking child, how could his family lose him so cruelly?

Hua Ming blinked again, and suddenly found a bloodstain on the lower part of his neck, and his heart couldn't help but panic, because he noticed...

Sure enough, it was not a small scar, no wonder he changed his clothes, presumably he was worried that he would see...

Why didn't he tell himself how many injuries he had suffered?

Do you just treat yourself as an outsider?

Hua Ming was a little disappointed, but more guilty and sad, he couldn't help but think of the scene just now...

Liu An stabbed herself without hesitation...

Considering his own life more important than his, is this still a qualified villain?

Hua Ming couldn't speak, but felt the tip of his nose a little sore, and tears accumulated in his eyes, falling down the corners of his eyes...

In fact, when Liu An stabbed the sword towards his heart, he also...

He is not him anymore.

He is Liu'an's Huaming, a ray of light that rescued him from going ashore, and also his repentance, willing to be his throwing away the darkness and turning to the light.

His heart was trembling, something was changing slightly, he thought... maybe... maybe...