They met several times, in the uninhabited alley, in the rain of arrows in the sky, and in the soft tents and fragrance bed where she was sleeping, he hid his emotions in it.

She thought again that in a chaotic memory, Yuan once took off his mask twice. Once in the dark moonlight in the deep alley, she was forced into the corner by him. When the pure white mask was opened, he covered her eyes and kissed her. The short moment was not enough for her to see clearly. Another time, he lay beside him, and he did take off his mask and reveal his face, but it was hard to tell the truth between her half-dream and half-awake. The most regretful thing was the last time he saw him. He covered himself and stared at her with no cover on his face, but she missed the opportunity to "see" him clearly.

But this time, he would not come back, and it became a permanent mystery in her heart.

"You never know what kind of face you will be hidden under the mask." Mrs. Mei said very appropriately, "Maybe his true face is more terrifying than a mask."

At this time, Youmeng's gaze was frozen on a half-part black mask, surrounded by dazzling golden patterns, which looked very delicate, revealing a cool and noble aura, just like... Abyss.

Youmeng was so stunning that she seemed to have seduced her soul away by it. She couldn't help but reach out to the mask, as if she could uncover it and see the answer she wanted.

"My stuff..." Mrs. Mei's voice was light and quiet. It was originally normal, but it suddenly became worse. "When will you be able to touch it if you want it!"

Youmeng's body trembled coldly, as if Meng was awakened. At the moment when she hurriedly stopped, her fingers accidentally scratched the sharp corners of the mask's pattern, and it suddenly hurt. Youmeng didn't notice that there was a black pottery jar on the wooden stand under the mask. It cut through the tip of her finger and secreted a drop of blood. It dripped into the small black jar, and with a "tick" sound, it seemed like a glass of water.

She took pain and sucked the cold air, and instinctively held her fingertips to stop the bleeding. Xingsu nervously stepped forward and supported her.

"What's wrong?" she asked with concern, "Is it okay?"

"It's okay..." Youmeng looked at Mrs. Mei with guilt.

"What a rude person." Mrs. Mei sneered at her self-inflicted self-conception, "Little girl, if you move around casually, I will cut off your hand."

Youmeng seemed to be really scared, and her eyes flashed timidly, "Sorry, forgive me for being abrupt."

"Don't underestimate everything here. They seem to be lifeless, just some dead things that can't speak, but maybe any inconspicuous gadget might..." Mrs. Mei became more and more gloomy, and her expression became darker, "It will kill you at any time."

Youmeng seemed to have frozen all over her body, and she was so frightened that she couldn't speak.

"It seems that we can't wait for our mother-in-law today." Xingsu felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he deliberately patted Youmeng on his shoulder, "Why don't we go back first so that our family members will not worry and come to visit again next day?"

"I'm just thinking that way, too." Youmeng cooperated with her to make her calm, "Then let's say goodbye."

Mrs. Mei Leng Meiruchu: "I won't give it to you."

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After the two came out, they walked in the alley. Xingsu looked at Youmeng from time to time, and finally couldn't help asking: "How are you?"

She saw that Youmeng was unsteady in the building, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Youmeng's fingers may still be hurt, so she subconsciously held the hand and pressed it against her chest, forcing her to smile: "I'm fine, I'm scared by that lady Mei."

Xingsu felt quite the same: "That woman is indifferent and impermanent, and is definitely not a good person. I guess she should have some skills that ordinary people do not have, but fortunately she did not make things difficult for us."

Youmeng nodded with lingering fear: "By the way, you haven't told me yet why you were following that man?"

"Because there is an unusual tattoo on him."

As she said that, she held Youmeng with one hand and spread it out, drew with her fingers, drawing a rough pattern on her palm: the shape looked like a sparse flame surrounding a star.

The dream was unsolvable, so I could only look at the stars in a daze.
Chapter completed!