After the field.

They didn't say anything to each other, but they cherished every day with a tacit understanding.

They made a tacit agreement not to let Qing'er, Jiu'er and the others notice anything unusual.

When you want your family to be together, be happy, just like ordinary families.

When Baili Feiyue looked back on the past few years when her family was happy and peaceful, she hated it.

She doesn't hate her eldest grandson Wuji, nor does she hate others.

She hates herself.

I hate myself for being so stupid most of the time! So stupid!

Just like back then, the man in front of me cooperated with the Master not to force the Master to death. Their common purpose was just to preserve the Holy Religion.

He just wanted to keep her Baili Feiyue home!

And she, because of her master's death, even stabbed him severely.

And this man in front of me, this man...

Baili Feiyue tremblingly touched his chest, touching the area where there were only faint traces of scars.

"I am a little lunatic, and you are a big lunatic."

Bet her heart with your own life!

What if, what if she had been completely ruthless at that time.

"Changsun Wuji," she snorted softly, "I am the only one who can stand your temper. The other women will be frightened by your Xin Yue."

The man seemed to laugh, but his voice was very small.

He hugged her tightly.

But when it came to Baili Feiyue, the force that held her tightly was just like an arm gently resting on her body.

"Jing'er..."

"Um."

"I actually want to take you with me. I'm afraid that if I'm not around in the future, you'll be left alone in this world. I'm afraid..."

Baili Feiyue didn't want to cry. She tried her best to control the water in her eyes from flowing out.

"Then take me away!"

"I can't bear to leave it," he said.

He was covered in murder and his hands were full of blood.

Now he couldn't bear to bring her with him.

Whatever sins there are, it is enough for him to bear them.

On his deathbed, "...Jing'er..."

The weak voice, almost inaudible, was the most and only thing he was reluctant to let go of.

"Um."

Baili Feiyue hummed softly, but no one answered for a long time.

The man on the bed had his eyes completely closed, as if he was asleep.

The wrist that was holding her before dropped and fell to her side.

Baili Feiyue closed her eyes, hugged him in her arms, and used great strength to lock him tightly in her arms as if she was trying to rub the body that had completely lost its temperature into bone and blood.

Her lips met his increasingly cold lips and kissed him gently.

However, no one will respond to her anymore.

————-In the summer of the sixth year of Emperor Chengyuan of Dajing, the eldest grandson of the regent, Wuji, passed away.
Chapter completed!