I'm sick

Since Fu Qingfeng came out from the back mountain, Fu Qingyang never touched Fu Qingfeng again.

He thought Fu Qingfeng was dirty.

Fu Qingfeng seemed to be aware of this, and deliberately avoided him.

Fu Qingshuang's disappearance didn't seem to cause any disturbance in Wanjian Villa, except for her personal maid, Xueyuan, no one probably noticed her disappearance.

Xueyuan suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, wanted to see the Patriarch, but was always blocked intentionally or unintentionally, after a long time, she also knew that the Patriarch didn't want to see her anymore.

This is the default that the Miss is missing.

Xueyuan sighed, at least it was a master-servant match.

The next day, someone found Xue Yuan who had hanged herself. Fu Qingfeng ordered her body to be collected and buried her with Fu Qingshuang, but Wanjian Villa remained calm.

……

Her white hair is like snow, she is dressed in green clothes, and her hands are wrapped in red silk.

Standing by the frozen lake, Fu Qingfeng looked at the red silk on his wrist that Fu Qingyang had wrapped around him a month ago, and it was even more bright red against his pale complexion.

After such a long time, his cultivation has not recovered, even if Fu Qingfeng has no principles for Fu Qingyang, he can guess that it is the problem of the red line.

The color of the red thread is very bright, abnormally red, with a touch of blood, and a wisp of imperceptible resentment.

Fu Qingfeng knew how to get rid of it, but since he was a mortal now, he could only allow the resentment on the red line to erode bit by bit.

The deep eye circles, dark blue lips, and pale skin all showed his weakness. Perhaps after a while he would become terminally ill and die.

Fu Qingfeng closed his eyes, raised his head to touch the sun lightly, his chin and neck formed a fragile arc.

He never knew that Fu Qingyang hated him so much that he wanted him to die.

But why?

He looked up at the sky in bewilderment, his transparent pupils were full of confusion.

……

"Why can't you speak?" Fu Qingfeng's voice was very soft, and he didn't seem to be speaking for others; his eyes were also looking at Fu Qingyang, but he didn't seem to be on Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang just laughed, silently.

why?Who knows why.

There should be no reason in this world, that's too unfair.

Fu Qingyang only wished that he had never been born, so that he would not meet Fu Qingfeng.

In his next life, he only wishes to be a dog, a pig, and a mayfly who lives and dies. Being a human being is too bitter, full of sins, and cannot be redeemed.

He looked at the sword that pierced Fu Qingfeng's chest, it was cold and bright, the hilt of the sword was held in his hand, and his knuckle fingers became whiter due to the black color.

He and Fu Qingfeng should have ended long ago.

……

The last life should be over.

Fu Qingyang closed his eyes, hugged Fu Qingfeng tightly, the sharp point of the sword pierced into his body effortlessly, and blood flowed out along the gap.

He hugged Fu Qingfeng tightly, wishing he could embed him in his body.

why!Why?

Because he was terminally ill and his crime was unforgivable.

The person who couldn't ask for it was actually him all along.

All but self-deception.

……

Life passed, and he heard a sneer while he was in a trance.

Full of disdain, obsession, and stupidity, I don't know who to laugh at.

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