"A noble thing like kindness is not born with it. You just rely on your flaws to claim to be on the altar."

"Yan Yuan, you were born a robber."

Song Wan'er no longer covered up and stared at Yan Yuan with resentful eyes.

"But you won't be open and smooth all the time."

Song Waner raised her hand, and just now she clenched her fist hard, and bloodstains had already penetrated the gauze.

"Guess what he believes in you today?"

"Is it eight points or nine points?"

Yan Yuan frowned and looked at Song Waner.

Of course she knew what Song Waner had just made this appearance in the Main Hall.

She did not really assassinate her, but just to get close to her to leave unexplained blood marks on her dress. She baked the knife, turned the blade, and left traces of flesh and burns on her palms, but to pretend to be with her

It's just the illusion of stealing a knife.

There has never been assassination.

From the very beginning, all Song Waner wanted was to frame the blame.

Song Wan'er's voice was gentle: "But as long as there is a little doubt, you will be completely washed away in this life."

She looked at the bloodstains intently, as if something pleasant was happening, and a gentle expression appeared on her face: "He is a person who values ​​love, and I am his savior after all."

Song Waner whispered: "Even if he believes in you now, it will take three or five years, ten or twenty years. As long as he is disappointed with you for a moment, he will remember that you have hurt me."

She raised her head and stared at Yan Yuan, her eyes full of sharpness: "Do you guess how much he believes in you at that time?"

Yan Yuan stared at Song Waner blankly.

She was a little shocked, but more confused.

She thought that Song Wan'er was doing all this a trap that she worked hard to trip her up, but she never thought that she was actually with such an idea.

She had known for a long time that she was very good at losing, but she was still burning her face and ruining her appearance, just to bury a seed of doubt between her and Chu Lingchen, who would not know whether it would sprout or when it would sprout.

Is it worth it?

Is she crazy?

Yan Yuan didn't know what to say.

Song Wan'er's face was already a little crazy.

She stared at Yan Yuan and said word by word: "Yan Yuan, you can't wash it clearly."

Yan Yuan still didn't speak.

She knew that the person in front of her was holding the purest malice towards her, and this malice had nothing to do with Chu Lingchen. It was just that because she was standing in the light and her clothes on her body were cleaner, she attracted this unreasonable malice.

Song Wan'er even said that harming others is not good for oneself.

She is still laughing.

Yan Yuan looked at her coldly.

Until this moment, she finally felt disgusted with Song Waner.

Yan Yuan waited for her to finish laughing and said, "You said we were born unequal and everyone couldn't see you, but Song Wan'er, what is your relationship with me? Do we have the hatred of extermination of genocide or the hatred of seizing wealth?"

Song Waner did not answer.

Yan Yuan told her: "We have nothing to do with you."

Yan Yuan said: "Why do you want to use a 90% failure rate to bet on the possibility of an irrelevant person encountering misfortune?"

Yan Yuan said: "Where are you seeking survival, you are seeking catharsis."

Yan Yuan looked into Song Wan'er's eyes: "I may not be damaged, but you have paid the price. Song Wan'er, you said that no one in the world cares about you, but you obviously don't even care about yourself."

Song Wan'er's smile froze on his face.

Anger gradually replaced pride.

"Shut up!" She roared out loud, "I don't need you to lick your skin and bones!"

"I'm not licking my skin and bones, nor do I want to know you. I just..." Yan Yuan sighed softly, "I feel a little regretful."

She had obviously left that mountain city very far away.

Actually, you can live a better life.

Unfortunately, she didn't seem to have given up the steamed buns she got when she was five years old.

How can I climb over the mountains if I keep holding something in my hand?

...

Yan Yuan didn't want to talk to her anymore. She already knew the answer to her doubts, so she simply turned around and left Song Wan'er's room.

But before she could step out of the door, Song Wan'er's hideous and crazy voice came from behind her:

"You don't really think you got him?"

"He trusts you very much. He offers treasures to you and brings you to the clouds. Yan Yuan, how come I have never owned these things?"

"He had already had a heart for a long time. That man was dead, and he was dead."

"You will never get into his heart."

Yan Yuan stepped out of the threshold in one step, and then her steps were slightly slower.

Half because of Song Wan'er's words;

Half because she saw a familiar figure at the door.

The sycamore trees in the temple have fallen, leaving only the lonely branches in the garden.

Chu Lingchen stood at the door at some point, looking at her quietly, his quiet eyes fell on her, like a rain fell.

Already dead?

Song Wan'er's words echoed in Yan Yuan's ears.

Her mind was turbid. When she met Chu Lingchen's eyes, she heard her heart sighing.
Chapter completed!