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At the corner of the courtyard, little Fu walked out, his dark eyes, which he had been patrolling the night, bloodshot. With a slightly tearful voice, he fell to the cold, hard floor like a rusty knife, his voice filled with the sound of rust. "Wood, you know how the young master came back from Surangay? Ben's? Wood, do you know how young master passed the days you were gone? Wood, do you know again? Young Master dragged his last breath to see you! "

Mu Mu calmly looked at him, unable to utter a single word …. A faint white catkin floated in the night sky as it reflected the light from the sculptures …

She was as thin as a willow leaf, swaying in the wind. The pair of clear and deep eyes on her face hid deep internal injuries …

Xiao Fu choked with sobs. Wiping away his tears, he said, "So, please take care of yourself, you must cherish yourself, you must live happily, so that you can face the young master! "I'm leaving …"

The wood supported the Plum Blossom Tree in the courtyard. Leaning against the rugged trunk of the Plum Blossom Tree, he slowly sat down. His dress was stained with the remnants of the Plum Blossom and its thin soil.

There were eyes everywhere, black, white, blue, red, and purple. They were all mixing together, each with their own mission.

They didn't want to offend each other. It was just a layer of paper separating them.

The night was not because of the quiet. This kind of silence was artificial silence, a forced silence.

Little Feng walked over with heavy steps, but he still pretended to be calm on the surface. He softly said: "Ge Ge, it's late. Let's go back to our room."

Then, he called for Xue'er to bring her back to the room. The plum petals, which had dried all over the place, fell lightly onto the head of her black hair.

"Gee, if other people's love is precious. Then is my Young Master's love worthless? I'm sorry, please forgive my blabbering. "

Little Feng added as Mu Mu walked up the corridor. Lowering his head, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Following that, he turned around and left. In all his years in the Liuchuan family, he had never cried. But if I cry, it's only because of my young master.

Wood's body … His body stiffened like a statue, soaking in the moonlight until it became a kind of water color, rippling with light … Silent Self-Injury...

There was no other way but to force himself to face everything.

What was to come would come, just like the daily rise of the sun and the waning of the moon. Trying to live a happy life every day was the most important.