The fine thorn pierced his hand, and the fire burned his bones and blood.

The bright red dyed a piece, and everywhere you pass, there are mottled blood.

Mo Ran closed his eyes, his voice was bloody, and he trembled in words and said:

"Master...Miss..."

The man was very close. Mo Ran saw a flash of pain in his eyes. He seemed to be in great pain. Even Mo Ran's voice was a torture for him.

Therefore, although the person in front of him had a stubborn expression, his gaze could almost be called a plea.

"Don't call me again."

“…”

"Mo Ran, wait a moment, I'll save you...come...."

Almost as soon as the words came down, a tough light rose in his eyes, like a sharp blade unsheathed, and it was indescribable to say on that gentle and used to being beautiful.

Chu Wanning's clothes rolled, and his feet jumped onto his copper dripping.

His face was as shaking as gold paper, and except for his breathing, he was no different from the dead.

At that moment, Mo Ran felt that he might as well die of blood and death, and that it would be better than letting him suffer like this.

He was covered in fragmented voices: "I'm sorry."

Chu Wanning knew that this sorry was not for him. He wanted to explain, but he glanced at the silver-blue sword from Gou Chen Shanggong, which was stabbing between Mo Ran's chest and the ribs. The source of the spiritual power of the vine vein might be on this sword. He was worried that Mo Ran would be more injured when he was surprised, so he still asked in front of his "Shi Mei":

"Mo Ran, have you believed me?"

"I believe in you." He did not hesitate.

Chu Wanning raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and held the hilt of the sword. The sword was close to the heart vein. If you were not careful, Mo Ran would die.

"..." Chu Wanning's hand shook a little, holding it, but did not move.

Mo Ran's eyes were still red, but he suddenly laughed: "Shi Mei."

"……Um."

Mo Ran said: "...I'm going to die?"

"……Won't."

"If I'm going to die, can I... let me hug you?"

He was very careful when he said this, his eyes were filled with moist light. Chu Wanning's heart suddenly became soft.

However, when Mo Ran saw another person in his eyes, the softness immediately condensed into ice.

He suddenly felt like he was an insignificant clown on the stage, hidden behind the young actress in blue clothes, Shuixu Yunluo, and no one noticed him.

He is redundant in this touching song.

Or perhaps the only purpose is to use the ugly face and smile painted in ink to highlight others' joys, anger, sorrow, and joy, love, hate, and sorrow.

How ridiculous.

Mo Ran didn't know about this. When he saw the flashing in Chu Wanning's eyes, he still thought that the master was reluctant, and immediately said, "Just hug him. Just hug him."

A faint sigh.

"Actually I..."

Mo Ran: "What?"

"...Forget it." Chu Wanning said, "Nothing."

He leaned over, not very close to him, and might move the sword. Then he stretched out his hand and gently closed Mo Ran's shoulder.

He heard Mo Ran say in his ear: "Shi Mei, thank you for waking up, thank you for remembering me in a good dream."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were like butterflies slapping, and then he smiled faintly: "No thanks."

He paused and said, "Mo Ran."

"Um?"

Chu Wanning hugged him, stroked his hair, and sighed softly, "Do you know that dreams are too good, often not true?"

After he said that, the hug was like a dragonfly sifting through the water and left immediately.

Mo Ran raised his eyes. He didn't understand what Shi Mei meant very much. He only knew that this small hug was the candy that Shi Mei gave him with kind heart.

It is sour and sweet, and when it rubs against the root of the tongue, a hint of astringency develops.

In the moment of the sword, the blood flowers flew like crabapple blowing down by the strong wind.

Mo Ran felt a sharp pain in his heart. He thought he was going to die for a moment, and was reluctant to interfere in his heart. He suddenly blurted out: "Shimei, I have always loved you very much. What about you..."

As the sword fell to the ground, the vine willows dispersed in an instant, the waterfall turbulently flowing down the sky suddenly stopped, and the Shenwuku suddenly returned to silence.

I have always loved you very much.

And you……

His body had reached its limit, and Mo Ran felt a sudden burst of darkness in front of him.

The moment he fell down, he was caught by a pair of blood-stained hands and fell into Shi Mei's arms. I wonder if it was an illusion, Mo Ran saw Shi Mei's thin eyebrows and slowly closed his eyes, and there seemed to be water falling from his eyes.

He seemed to hear Shi Mei say softly: "So too."

Mo Ran: "!"

It was an illusion, otherwise why did Shi Mei's expression be so sad, but he still agreed to him.

"I...love you, too."

The consciousness finally dissipated and Mo Ran fell into a coma.

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