After I left, the devil was distraught

'Crack——' a sound, the sound of feet stepping on the snow.

Xue Qiong raised her eyes and slowly scanned the courtyard in front of her, not knowing whether she should be surprised or shocked for a moment.

Obviously, Ember didn't tell him the truth that day.

The courtyard in front of him didn't look like it was abandoned, it clearly looked like it was carefully cleaned every day, but he could feel that there was no life in the entire courtyard at this time except him.

The vermilion gate separates two completely different worlds, and the time in the courtyard seems to be frozen in a certain moment in the past.

It was clearly midsummer outside, but it was snowing in the yard.

The trees outside were full of luxuriant branches and leaves, but the trees in the yard only had twisted and dead branches, which looked very desolate.

Heavy snow fell from the sky one after another, covering the ground in a thick layer, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth.

Xueqiong didn't think much, and stepped on it, leaving a string of footprints on the snow soon.

He was only wearing thin clothes, and he couldn't help shivering soon after standing in the snow, so he had no choice but to step up and walk towards the bedroom facing him.

The door of the sleeping hall was only ajar and not locked, and it opened with a light push.

The moment the door was pushed open, a warm breath rushed towards her face, Xue Qiong was even more surprised, and walked in with her foot up.

The censer on the table was burning, billowing white smoke, and the brazier on the ground was burning vigorously, making tiny crackling noises, as if they were waiting for their master to return.

The whole dormitory was spotlessly clean, Xue Qiong walked over and began to caress those exquisite and extravagant utensils one by one, feeling very familiar.

After carefully looking at the bedroom, he went to the side room next to it.

Compared with the sleeping hall, the arrangement in the side room is much simpler, only a few pieces of inherent furniture are placed, only one thing on the table caught Xueqiong's attention.

On the table against the wall, there is a small and exquisite nest stuffed with cotton, which seems to have lived in some small animals.

Xue Qiong walked over and gently touched the soft cotton ball, her heart beat a little faster.

Somewhat eagerly, he began to try to find some clues from his mind.

But he searched for a long time, except for some vague familiarity, he still couldn't remember anything.

Xueqiong sighed helplessly, left the side room rather dejectedly and went out of the yard again.

The ground in the yard was still white, but the footprints he left just now were gone.

Presumably, the entire courtyard has been cast with spells, and it will always maintain the appearance that the caster wanted to leave.

It didn't take a second to think that the person who cast the spell would be nothing but embers.

But Yu Jin was still unwilling to talk about any past events with him, thinking of this, Xue Qiong felt a little melancholy.

He has gone around the entire magic palace several times these days, but there is still no sign of recovering his memory.

Even revisiting the old place can't make him think of it, can he really... can he get those memories back?

But after standing for a while, Xueqiong was too cold to stand up. He rubbed his frozen hands, looked back at the bedroom behind him, and decided to leave first.

He walked quickly towards the gate, but stopped involuntarily when he passed the unknown dead tree in the courtyard.

Feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, he subconsciously looked up at the dead branches covered with snow above his head.

A trace of itching flashed across her face, and Xue Qiong raised her hand to touch it blankly, but she felt a little wet.

His nose was sour, and his eyes began to blur.

Is he... crying?

By coincidence, Xueqiong squatted down under the tree, obeying the voice in her heart, and touched the snow-covered ground.

His fingertips felt icy cold, and suddenly bursts of sharp pain came from his heart.

Before he had time to think about it, his eyes began to turn black, and soon he completely lost consciousness.

----

"Come on! Come on! Something happened!"

"Don't look... just bury it..."

"Slave, can I buy another one tomorrow?"

"I'm going to beg the king to catch the murderer, shall we avenge the rabbit?"

......

The broken pictures gradually formed a continuous scene, and Xue Qiong slowly looked over those pictures.

The same courtyard, the same dead tree, only the sky is different and the night is different.

The lantern that fell to the ground, the boy in white clothes under the tree, and a figure who couldn't see clearly was kneeling and crying.

Xue Qiong looked up in the direction the white-clothed boy was looking at, and saw a fuzzy black shadow hanging from the treetops.

Screams of fear and panic, sticky and cold blood, bloody remains——

Xue Qiong suddenly woke up from the nightmare, holding her beating heart and panting heavily.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses and hear the concern and comfort coming from his ear, it was Ember's voice.

"Xueqiong, Xueqiong, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay..." Ember tremblingly hugged the shivering boy in her arms, the panic in her voice was hard to hide.

God knows how he felt when he saw the boy lying in the snow, as if everything went back to 300 years ago in an instant, and the bone erosion pain was even more turbulent than when it first came.

Let him die in pain, like falling into hell.

Not caring that Ember had already moved a step away, even hugging her intimately, Xueqiong just looked at Ember with red eyes, and asked eagerly in a hoarse voice: "Ember, did I live there?"

Hearing this, Ember's movements instantly became stiff, as if a lump was stuck in her throat, but she could no longer speak a word.

He subconsciously squeezed his palms tightly, avoiding the boy's watery eyes in a panic, and tried to change the subject after a long time: "Xueqiong, do you want to drink some water? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Xue Qiong couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words, but when he came back to his senses, he just thought it was funny. He looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You even want to hide this from me?"

"...Xueqiong, please, don't ask, okay?" Ember took a long time to speak in a hoarse voice, her eyes full of pleading.

The tears in the corner of her eyes burst down like a dike, Xue Qiong smiled in tears, and said sadly: "Why? Why don't you say anything, why don't you just want to tell me?"

He struggled to get out of Ember's embrace, pushed him away fiercely, choked with tears and mocked: "Didn't you say that we used to be very affectionate with each other? You said, how did we love each other? Why didn't you say that?" ?!"

"...Xueqiong, don't cry..." Ember was pushed away, her hands drooped down, but she couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal.

"Go away, I don't want to see you!" Xueqiong choked up as tears fell on the bed.

Ember's heart trembled, her body shook involuntarily, but she smiled again and coaxed in a hoarse voice: "Xue Qiong, don't you want to go outside the Demon Palace? Let's go now, shall we?"

Seeing this, Xueqiong became more and more desperate, and when she was angry, she grabbed the water glass on the small table and slammed it at Ember.Even shouted hysterically for the first time: "Get out!"

Ember didn't dodge in the slightest, letting the water cup hit his chest, and letting the hot tea wet his clothes, his eyes were flushed, his lips moved, and it seemed that he had worked hard for a long time before finally saying a complete sentence:

"...Then you have a good rest, I will go out first."

Xue Qiong's raised hands trembled slightly. After a long time, he slumped back on the couch, closed his eyes and stopped looking at Ember.

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From the first time we met till now, it was the first time for Yu Jin to see Xue Qiong like this.

But Ember really thinks it's pretty good, no matter what, at least Xue Qiong has learned to resist, and is no longer as obedient and bullied as she used to be.

He was always thinking, if, if Xue Qiong had the temperament she is now, would they not have come to the bloody result?

Ember's heart was tormented, and seeing Xue Qiong confused him was even more painful.

But he didn't dare to say it, how dare he say it.

He's just... just scared of losing that person.

From that day on, Yu Jin lived on the beauty's couch outside the dormitory, the small light couch was good for resting, but it was difficult to rest well if it was used for real sleeping.

But with the experience of living in a small broken house with air leakage for three years on Xuanyun Mountain, he doesn't feel so hard now.

He was just worried, just afraid, he felt that the knife hanging above his head was about to fall.

----

Xue Qiong regretted driving away the embers that day, but it was only at that time that he was so angry that he lost control like that.

Since he woke up, for three whole years, Ember stayed by his side almost every day, always looking at him like that.

At the beginning, he didn't think there was anything wrong, and with the words Hu Xiaoxiao had said, he even hated Ember in his heart.

But as the days passed, his heart would feel even if it was made of iron.

Everyone on Xuanyun Mountain treats Ember badly, he never gets his turn for any good deeds, and he is always responsible for any dirty work, but that person never complains.

It seems that just looking at him from a distance is already the greatest satisfaction.

After a long time, he began to understand the complexity in Ember's eyes.

Depressed, sad, bitter, regretful, fearful, fortunate, but that person never seemed to be really happy.

In front of him, he was even cautious.

He didn't know anything about the past, he only knew that in his only three years of memory, the only time Ember was angry with him was because of Gao Lingxing Jun's hairpin.

Other than that, there's nothing wrong with him.

Thinking that the embers had been scattered on the small couch outside for several days since that day of unhappiness, and she looked at him cautiously every day, Xueqiong still decided to go and have a look.

After lighting the candle, he took the initiative to go to the outside room, walked up to Ember and whispered, "Isn't it cold to sleep here?"

After hearing the words, Ember suddenly opened her eyes, and after meeting the young man's eyes, she was stunned for a moment before carefully answering: "It's not cold."

Seeing that the man didn't go down the steps, Xueqiong couldn't help but slightly frowned and said in a cold voice: "Is it not cold? If it's not cold, then continue to sleep here."

Seeing that Xueqiong was finally willing to talk to her, but she was about to go back after only a few words, Ember suddenly panicked and changed her words quickly: "It's cold! It's so cold here that I can't sleep."