Lonely City without Frost

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lone city Wanrenshan.

Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.

Zuo Wushuang silently recited Liangzhou Ci for a long time, sitting alone on the top of the temple before dawn, but she had no intention of leaving.

She hated, she hated herself for not being able to get drunk in the end.

When Lu Xiaofeng rushed in, she already knew the result of this decisive battle, no, or she knew it from the beginning, but she still didn't want to admit it.

As a swordsman, she clearly knows the concept of dishonesty better than anyone else, but she still naively holds the idea of ​​some kind of miracle happening.

She felt very cold, and the posture of hugging her knees and huddling into a ball could not alleviate the coldness emanating from the bottom of her heart.

She doesn't hate Ximen Chuuxue, not at all, she can even understand the reason why these two people made such a choice, but understanding doesn't mean she can let go.

Biting her left wrist desperately until her mouth was full of blood, she didn't want to let go. Tears kept swirling in her eyes, and finally fell uncontrollably.

The honest monk was right, as soon as September [-]th passed, she had no time to regret it.

Since then, heaven and man have been separated, no matter how much she regrets, she will never be able to find another Ye Gucheng.

She didn't know how she fell asleep on the roof, but when she woke up, she was already in Hua's courtyard.

Not the one in the capital city, but the one on the Wanmei Villa and Huangshi Town.

Realizing that he was no longer in that white suit, Zuo Wushuang jumped off the bed like crazy, and wanted to rush out to look for it without even holding the sword.

The maid behind her was still shouting something she couldn't hear, and she didn't feel relieved until she saw the white clothes hanging there in the backyard.

Embarrassed, she rushed out of the room, as if she had lost the ability to think, she sat there blankly and refused to go back.

Hua Manlou, who had expected that she would not be in a good state after waking up, could only sigh when facing this scene.

He never thought that Zuo Wushuang would have such deep affection for Ye Gucheng.

Although he and Ye Gucheng are rivals in love that he has never made clear, he still hopes that the only man who can give her happiness can live a good life.

"Do you think this is the way?" Lu Xiaofeng looked at the person on the bed and asked, "I have known her for six years, but I have never seen her like this."

Hua Manlou frowned and did not speak. Although he could not see, he could know that Lu Xiaofeng was not joking with him.

"...I was also at fault." Lu Xiaofeng recalled that he was also here that day when he made the bet with Zuo Wushuang. At that time, he was still thinking that he would never lose this time, so he was very proud. Now that he thinks about it, he really only I can sigh with emotion that fate tricks people.

"...No wonder you, no one thinks about it until today." Hua Manlou's voice was filled with deep fatigue, "To untie the bell, you have to tie the bell, and I think there is only one person who can persuade her. "

Lu Xiaofeng immediately understood, "I see."

After Lu Xiaofeng left, Hua Manlou sat down beside her bed, "...I know you are awake, Wushuang."

The person on the bed opened his eyes, but he was not looking at him, holding his sword tightly, as if it was the only evidence that could prove his existence.

She knows that she is very worrying now, but she can't do anything because her mind is full of Ye Gucheng. When the jade pendant was broken, she only had that sentence in her heart——

No more, nothing more.

Recalling the days in Baiyun City, how much she wasted, if she had known today, she would definitely cherish it, but there is no regret in the world, and she can't go back to the past.

Every time she thinks about what happened at that time, she can't help but tremble all over and can't control herself, even biting her own hand to relieve it a little.

Huamanlou saw it, but couldn't help.

"...he wouldn't want you to treat yourself like this."

"..."

"Lu Xiaofeng said that he said thank you and sorry to Master Ximen at that time."

"..."

"I know, it's impossible for you now...but I still want to say—" he continued word by word, "The living are the hope of the dead, and you still have a future."

This kind of words, and only when you say it, you will feel no pressure, Zuo Wushuang still bites his left hand and does not make a sound, blood flows down his wrist into his mouth, and the bloody smell in his mouth is indescribable.

As if only pain could calm her down for a short time, she still refused to let go.

"Live... okay?"

These were the last words Hua Manlou said to her, and then he put the glued jade pendant in her right hand and left the room.

The right hand slowly clenched into a fist, and she felt that she could even feel the crack on it.

——What's the use of sticking it, he can't come back, he can't come back.

It seems that she has returned to her childhood. She has never tried the feeling of being carried by someone since she was ten years old. She really wants to fall asleep and never wake up. The person in the memory is very similar, but she clearly knows it is not.

Ye Gucheng's words should be more clear and less cold.

"you're awake."

She grabbed his clothes, "Where are you taking me?"

"...to see him."

She fell silent, not knowing how to answer this sentence, and after a while she spoke again in a low voice, "...Thank you, Simon."

"...I'm sorry." Although he said this, the coldness on his body did not decrease by half, "He also said sorry that day."

"...I know." She closed her eyes, "I thank you because you helped me find him."

——You helped me find it, the Ye Gucheng I like.

So thank you, you really, are my best and only friend.

Zuo Wushuang lay on his back, suddenly felt all the past rushing towards her face, she couldn't help crying anymore, "...Thank you so much..."

Step by step, Ximen Fuxue, who walked past out of respect for her opponent, could feel her trembling body.

He thought of Ye Gucheng's sword edge that deviated a little on that night of the full moon. If that person wasn't Ye Gucheng, he would have died by the sword.

Her foresight was indeed right. The Baiyun City Lord, who was like an exiled immortal from beyond the sky, finally found himself back, even though the price was extremely tragic.

"...I really didn't blame you..."

"I know." He finally walked to Ye Gucheng's grave step by step with her on his back, and put her down, "The one who found him was himself."

Zuo Wushuang looked at the clean three characters on the stone tablet in front of him, tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably.

"Let me wake up..."

……

"Please..."

This must be the last nightmare, she thought.