He just watched this scene. His cold ink pupils were the most bewitching color of all things in the world. The temperature was slightly cool, and his thin lips opened lightly, and he whispered like a person's whisper. It was the most complicated and obscure and ancient words, which were spoken by Si Jin, but for no reason, with the inviting others to sink.

Even if there is the abyss ahead,

Then you will jump without hesitation.

The rain is still falling,

The heavy rain kept washing the world, as if trying to wash away all the blood and filth.

The raindrops as big as beans fell unscrupulously on the slender boy's long eyelashes, on the bridge of his high nose, and on the cold and hard shoulders of the arc.

The black windbreaker had been wet for a long time, and the cold and bone-black rain seemed to be able to penetrate into the bone marrow, crossing the trembling coolness against the skin.

But Si Jin didn't care at all, like a snow sculpture silently in the wind and rain, like a god from the ancient and mythical Western world. He had a noble temperament, but was stained with bloodthirsty and coldness like a fallen demon.

Qingjiu's eyes became violently in a trance, as if she had seen another world, and she waved to her...

It seemed like a distant voice kept murmuring in my ears: "Come on... Come on..."

She seemed to see the rose that would never bloom, she seemed to see the darkness before dawn, the endless dimness.

The rain is still falling,

It seems that I will never feel tired.

Apart from the sound of wind and rain, the surroundings seemed to be quiet, incredible.

The sterling silver cross was still shaking left and right in the rain, and the bewitching curve slid through the air, and was finally held in the cold palm of the boy.

As a dream maker.

He always remembers one thing,

Never kill people in dreams.

But now... he really has no way to restrain himself.

These people, everyone,

Those who want to hurt her, those who covet her,

All deserve to die.

Death in a nightmare that can never be awakened, in the darkness that comes to dawn, in the unfathomable abyss.

Dream in dreams.

The dream maker is also a sculptor in a sense. He has worked hard to carve every painting board, carve a vivid nightmare, and finally seal it in the picture frame.

Everyone was trapped in an endless nightmare.

Unable to wake up.

There is no escape.

No help.

As for the real body, it will only fall into a long sleep.

It has nothing to do with him,

Isn't it?

"clatter……"

The cross finally made a sound, and Si Jin was firmly held in his hand. The clearly angular cross made his palms hurt, but Si Jin didn't care at all.

Now,

In this late night, in the rain,

Only the two of them are left.

"Sorry..." The rain curtain blurred his face, and the night was surrounded by rolling mist. Si Jin sighed a long time ago. He lowered his body, leaned over slightly, and a cool kiss fell on the top of the girl's hair.

"Did you remember?" Even though there was already a guess in my heart, Ranbai still asked again.

The slender boy nodded softly. In the night, no one would find that his face was pale and blood-colored, his breath was very ordinary, without any scattering feeling.

Even the tone was deliberately suppressed very lightly, as if it could linger in tender warmth.

"I remembered it." Si Jin held her shoulder with both hands, and his forehead was pressed against the girl's forehead, and his voice slowly became a little sandy: "For you."

"I know." Ranbai curled the corner of his lower lip slightly, and his delicate and flawless face slightly sideways. His blood-red pupils only reflected the figure of the boy.

It was pouring rain,

But Si Jin was not affected at all, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

In the endless darkness, you can only see two colors.

The figure in the black windbreaker bent down and leaned over with a full sense of asceticism. The pale white lips fell on the girl's lips, covering the sky and covering the sky, almost covering the whole person with a sparse and cold fragrance, which was so clean and pleasant that it smelled incredible.

This is a very affectionate kiss.

In the late night rainstorm, all the senses were enlarged wirelessly, and in the end, only the person in front of him was left.

It seemed that the rain had never been so cold. When it fell on the body, it brought a cold and harsh chill, as if it could penetrate into the bone marrow and stir up a tremor.

But when that kiss fell, it mixed with cold and crystal raindrops, which brought warmth.

It's sober,

Still sinking,

No one knows.

If possible,

This seemed like a normal kiss.

It's just like in the past time,

It was like the moment he stood under the shadow of a tree, smiling and raising his eyes, and catching her.

It seemed as if after washing up, he gently and patiently wiped her hair.

It seems like every time I look at her, my eyes are filled with affection.

It was like he was walking alone through the empty street in the early morning with her on his back.

It was like he was whispering to coax her to sleep in the middle of the night.

If possible,

that's all.

It's a kiss exactly the same as usual.

The rain has not stopped, the cold wind is howling, the shadows of the trees are shaking violently,

Si Jin stood there, the crystal raindrops slid down his extremely handsome side face, and finally fell off his collar. He ignored it, and there was only that bloody figure in his heart.

At the same time, what slipped down along the rain was like a drop of salty and warm liquid, which stirred up a warm and cool spot.

Ranbai could only hear the boy's calm and powerful heartbeat, which continued to accelerate, as if it was with some heart-warming bewitching.

Those unconscious people in the forest no longer need to be cared about, the so-called "corpses".

Ranbai looked back for the last time, and her eyes became deeper and dark soul power rose from her fingertips. A small cluster of deep black flames burned, and finally fell not far away.

When I go back again,

Walking through the silent streets,

It was already two o'clock in the morning.

Si Jin's pale lips still had a gentle arc, like the moment when he was holding the snow in his hands in early winter, melting in the sun.

Even though I was wet by the rain, I was still as noble as ever.

"Mr. Si, Miss Ran, you are finally back..." The moment Aner noticed the familiar breath entering the villa, he quickly recognized it, and then rushed into the living room. It soon discovered an abnormality, "Mr. Si, are you wet in the rain?"

"It's okay." Si Jin's voice was slightly hoarse: "Aner, prepare hot water."

"Okay, Mr. Si."

It was probably because the person who had been waiting suddenly recovered his memory without warning. The smile on the corners of the rosy lips never fell. Looking at the figure who had just come out of the bathroom, she suddenly thought of something and asked: "How did you think of it?"

Si Jin lowered his eyes, covered his eyes with his long eyelashes, and sat beside her, his tone as usual: "After all, it is an unforgettable memory, and I will always remember it."

"Maybe the moment you gave me the bone chain, your memory was a little loose."

"Is that true?" Ran Bai looked up at him, paused for a while before laughing softly, "Well... so too."
Chapter completed!