When Liang Junshang woke up, his face turned gray and his eyes were dull. He rushed back to the martial arts conference despite the obstacles of others, and wanted to find Yan Bai crazy. He wanted to see her and said something to her!

Late at night, the sky was covered with dark clouds, dark, with rich ink color, occasionally thunder roaring, and heavy rain poured down. The scene of the martial arts conference was still in a mess. Thousands of white paper were lying quietly on the ground, fragments of paper were rolled up by the cold wind, floating in the air, and the blood was wet and blurred by the rain.

Liang Junshang staggered to kneel on the ground, his face pale and murmured hoarsely: "Yanbai...Yanbai, are you still there? You haven't left. Are you okay? Just meet me and just meet me!"

I don’t know how long I had been kneeling in the heavy rain, but a black corner of my clothes hit my eyes without warning. The hem of the clothes was fluttering, Liang Junshang was stiff all over. He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of humble hope, and he saw the girl’s cold eyebrows and eyes.

Black cloak, holding an oil paper umbrella.

Like a person walking out of the painting.

"Baibai--" Liang Junshang choked and screamed, the rain blurred his vision and his eyes were red.

Ranbai looked at him from a high place, looking down at a mortal like a god, with a gentle smile slightly bent at the corner of his lips, but the smile was like a knife, cold and harsh.

"...I'm sorry, I was wrong." Liang Junshang burst into tears and knelt at the girl's feet. He no longer had the coldness and pride he had at the beginning. All his self-righteousness was discounted by this sudden cold rain. "It's all my fault. You scold me! It's okay to scold me, it's okay to hate me!"

"No need." Ranbai said lightly: "I don't hate it anymore."

Liang Junshang was stunned.

"I used to hate, but suddenly I found that I didn't even need to hate you." The girl's eyebrows and eyes were curved, her smile was shallow, like the scorching sun, aloofness, slightly concealed with some pleasure. She leaned over and looked at him with a condescending look, her eyes were clear, clean, without love, and without hatred, as if she was looking at a stranger, without any unnecessary emotions, she refused to give in at all, and looked at Liang Junshang thoughtfully, as if she was admiring his embarrassment.

The coldness penetrated into the bones, and it hurt like a needle. Liang Junshang's thin lips moved, but he couldn't even make a faint sound. He saw the girl's eyes.

When these eyes looked at him, they were full of shy love, but later they turned into unforgettable hatred.

He thought.

It’s good to hate, at least she will never forget him in her life, which is another way to remember.

But now,

There is no love or hatred in her eyes, and only her faint strange smile is just a faint smile.

She didn't even hate him.

He really became a stranger who had nothing to do with.

Lose her completely!

forever!

"No..." Liang Junshang's throat rolled, and he made a few difficult times before he could make a weak, pitiful voice in the wind and rain, which would be wiped out at any time, and he begged in a low voice: "You hate me, hate me."

"All this is my fault. I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it. I always thought it was Jueyin Pavilion." Liang Junshang was poured through the rain, trembling, but the oil-paper umbrella did not tilt at him. He said in pain: "But I really love you, I am sincere to you, I didn't let you go, otherwise I wouldn't have left you... I wouldn't have left you."

"Your love has been dirty from the beginning, and now it is too." Ranbai looked at him: "Your sincerity is so cheap, how true can it be?"

Liang Junshang had no room for refutation.

yes.

He approached her for purpose from the beginning.

He deserves all this.

"Don't be so cruel. I beg you. Give me another chance! Just give me one more time. I promise! I will never do this again. I will definitely be nice to you! Believe me... I want a chance. Don't treat me like this. I love you, I love you!" Liang Junshang was already incoherent and begged in a panic, trying to grab a part of the corner of the girl's clothes, and avoid it by Ranbai.

The night was dark, the rain was pouring, and the raindrops rolled down along the oil paper umbrella.

One is high above, spotless.

One of them knelt on the ground, in a low and embarrassed manner.

She used to be kneeling at his feet, but now everything is upside down.

"You're ready." Ranbai pulled out a piece of snow-white rice paper. The rice paper was painted with tender graffiti of children. In the storm, the graffiti with a smiling face seemed innocent and ridiculous. The rain fell on the ground. She tore the rice paper to pieces in front of Liang Junshang! Then she raised her hand and without hesitation, fragments of paper fluttered in the air with the wind--

In Liang Junshang's stunned and desolate gaze, he said, "If you can piece it together, I will forgive you."

The tone fell with the sound of rain, and the cold air was scattered.

A piece of white paper that was torn to pieces on a rainy night, how could it be found in such a huge place? Liang Junshang seemed to have grabbed the last life-saving straw, and his eyes were lit: "Really?!"

"Um."

"Okay, I'll look for it, I'll look for it!" Liang Junshang nodded desperately, for fear that Ran Bai would regret it in the next second, "You promised me, if I do it, we will start over!"

"Okay." Ranbai suddenly smiled, smiling like a flower: "I'll give you a day."

After the words came to her, she turned around and left without hesitation.

The black cloak drifted across the air, the wide hat covered the eyebrows and eyes, and she held an oil-paper umbrella, unable to see her expression clearly, her back gradually drifted away, and the heavy rain was still falling. At the moment of turning around, Ranbai lowered his eyes calmly, spread his palms, revealing torn pieces of paper.

The next night, the dye came as scheduled.

She knew the answer from the beginning.

Half of the rice paper is still in her hands, and Liang Jun is still impossible to find it.

It was dark in the night, and Liang Junshang was covered in blue clothes, stains, and he could not see what he used to be, but he had no time to care. He was looking for the only graffiti among the thousands of white paper debris at the martial arts conference. His hands were covered with soil, and his expression was crazy and stubborn, as if a drowning man had grabbed the last straw.

"Time is up." Ranbai walked in front of him.

"Give me some more time! I will definitely find it! Just one day, give me another day!" Liang Junshang stiffened, raised his head, his face pale like a ghost, and his high fever repeated, begging to spread his palms tremblingly, and the tender graffiti fragments were in the palm of his hand. He never left, forcing his body to search wildly, but he still couldn't find all of them.

"it's useless."

"No, I will definitely find it, I still have a chance." Liang Junshang murmured to himself.

"Look." Ranbai looked at his crazy appearance, leaned over and spread his palms, and told him softly: "I said it was useless."

Liang Junshang's whole body became stiff, and the burning fire in his heart was flooded by the sudden tsunami, and no spark was left.

In the girl's palm,

It was a half-graffiti fragment!
Chapter completed!