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Many times, love is a moth to a flame.

Despite its unfathomable and impure nature, it was still willing to gamble with its life.

Even though he knew better than to do so, he had no choice but to do so.

It doesn't matter if you're rational or smart or stupid.

But —

Here it comes.

There would always be a few times in his life when he could lead a person to do something stupid without regret. However, the pain caused by it was engraved in his heart and could never be removed.

"Delicious." He Lan Xue almost greedily drank the porridge in her hand, then put it down and blandly said, "The taste of the Forgotten Grass is always the sweetest in the world."

Upon hearing this, Rong Xiu looked as if she had been struck by lightning as she stood dumbstruck on the spot.

He Lan Xue calmly raised her eyes and looked at her with extreme gentleness. "I understand, I also understand. I also said that no matter what you want, I can give it to you. "

"You …" Rong Xiu's lips trembled violently as her face turned green and white, "Since you know, why didn't you expose me? "Why didn't you scold me? Why did you ask me? Why did you still have to look so great? What do you mean, understand that I understand you?!"

Her mood suddenly became agitated. She lifted her hand and pushed all the utensils and jars off the table onto the ground.

Crack, crack, crack.

A thin layer of porridge splashed onto He Lan Xue's body. She fainted and her clothes were all wet. He didn't move away, and still quietly sat where he was like a wooden sculpture.

Look at her.

"A Xue," Rong Xiu finally calmed her expression. There was a kind of tone that He Lan Xue was unfamiliar with, she opened her mouth again and said, "The Forgotten Grass won't harm your life, it will only erase your past memories. In the future, you will be able to listen to His Majesty and be at ease, becoming His Majesty's most outstanding subject. A'Xue, from now on, we are all free. "

He Lan Xue didn't answer, but remained silent.

Her voice was so pleasant, yet so cold, so unfamiliar.

It was as if he had never met this woman before.

A beauty like a flower once occupied the most secret and softest sleep in his heart. Now, in the light and shadow of a thatched cottage, she was so beautiful that he could not recognize her.

"Why aren't you saying anything?!" He Lan Xue's silence made Rong Xiu feel embarrassed. In this desolate place, the beautiful man sitting opposite her was distancing himself in a manner that she couldn't see.

She suddenly felt lonely and cold all over.

Perhaps the cold was even stronger than the effect of the Forgotten Grass on He Lan Xue.

It was true that He Lan Xue's entire body was ice-cold. However, he didn't notice it at all.

"Actually, I really want to ask you, why?" After a long while, He Lan Xue stood up. She looked at the mess on the ground and blandly said, "But I can't ask. I already know the answer, but I can't accept it. Say it in front of me."

"Ah Xue …" Rong Xiu was stunned for a moment, tears gushing out of her eyes as she subconsciously took a step forward.

He also took a step back, and for some reason, his feet stumbled a little. He stepped on a piece of broken porcelain and stuck it into the bottom of his thin shoes. Soon, blood began to seep out.

However, none of them saw it.

She didn't even feel any pain.

He was frighteningly cold, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably, and if he was breathing at all, his breath would have frozen.

No pain, nothing.

"Xiao Rong, when did it start? "Since when did you stop loving me?" He finally, word for word, brought the question to his lips.

It was a problem that had lingered in his chest for too long, had burned for too long, and had been suppressed by his cowardice and self-deception for too long.

His voice was as clear as water and as clear as night stone, spreading throughout the endless wasteland of the night. It was cold and empty, like a fleeting gust of wind.

It was almost not his voice.

He heard his own voice, but he could not confirm that it was his own voice.

Rong Xiu's hand reached the edge of the table and she nearly lost her balance.

She had expended all of her strength just now in losing control of herself.

Then, Rong Xiu cried.

Her thin, beautiful shoulders shook up and down.

She sobbed.

As she cried, she said, "I'm sorry, A Xue. I'm sorry, I don't know either. "I had no choice, you know, I couldn't help it …"

"I know." He Lan Xue unexpectedly smiled. Her smile was sad and charming. She was looking at the Resurrection Lily through the mist. "But why?"

He already knew the answer, but how could he be willing?

They had grown up together, and they had witnessed each other's growth. At one point, they thought the other was their entire world.

But why?

When did all this start to change?

"I don't know." Finally, she completely lost her strength and fell down on the ground, "A Xue, I didn't think I would let you down. I really like you. I really like you." Who in the heavens wouldn't like you? You're so perfect, you're so impeccable — but you're so perfect, A'Xue, you always look like you can do anything for me, anything for me, and I have to like you, I don't even have a choice! "

He Lan Xue didn't interrupt, but looked at her with grief, waiting for the next part.

"Yes, He Lan Chun couldn't compare to you in every aspect. He didn't have your literary talent, your charm, your glorious glory and legends, and he even treated me badly. He would only quietly place some of his newly picked pebbles in front of my window, but he never wrote love poems like you did." He only used the matter of the Rong family to threaten me, and he never gave up on anything. He raped me, ravaged me, hurt me with words, and yet he cried like a child in front of me. " Murong Xiu had an epiphany. The truth appeared before her when she was incoherent with her words.

She had always thought that she hated He Lan Chun, so after five years of marriage, she still treated him coldly.

But now, today, she suddenly realized that she had fallen in love with him.

Being in love with He Lan Chun's directness, he displayed the truest emotions in front of her: a man who was incomplete, a man who was easily moved in front of her, a man who forced her to love him, since when did he let her fall in love?

Even though she clearly believed that He Lan Xue had the ability to protect the Rong family, she still abandoned He Lan Xue time and time again under the Rong family's influence. Help him?

He Lan Chun could truly touch her, and to her, He Lan Xue was so perfect, so perfect that it was distorted.

He Lan Xue's face turned pale as she listened to what Rong Xiu had to say. Then, she smiled again.

The self-deprecation and sadness in his smile was so thick that he didn't dare to look at his lover on the roof anymore.

"I've always wanted to give you the best, but I wasn't willing to let you bear even the slightest bit of the bad stuff. In this way, I actually lost you?" His smile gradually faded as his face gradually turned white. It seemed that because of the medicinal effects, he had become unusually weak. He almost leaned against the table, his breathing ragged.

She stood up, stood in front of He Lan Xue, and said word by word in a calm voice, "Forgotten Grass may cause you to lose consciousness for a period of time. During this time, we will contact Mr Feng Jiu in your name and dissolve Tianyi Pavilion, and we will also eliminate all of your bases. When you wake up, His Majesty will no longer doubt you. You will be able to return to the imperial court to serve the heavens. In the future, you can properly find someone you love, marry and have children, and then have children. A Xue? "

He Lan Xue didn't answer. The drug's effect was getting stronger and stronger. His face was as white as a ghost. His whole body was exhausted.

There was only a surge of inner force holding on, so he did not fall down.

"Murong Xiu, kill me." In the end, all he said was, "Don't let me live a life worse than death."

He understood He Lan Chun's methods. He Lan Chun's so-called dissolution was obviously not to dismiss his subordinates, but to completely eliminate them.

With He Lan Xue's personality, the people that followed him had met with misfortune because of him, and he still had to kneel at the murderer's feet while bowing and bowing while walking like a corpse. This was far more painful than death.

"Kill me if you still remember any of your previous feelings. Now!" He repeated it out loud. His strength was running out, but Rong Xiu just stood there quietly and looked at him indifferently. She didn't seem like she wanted to reply at all.

He Lan Xue's appearance was extremely miserable. His sacrifice and choices, at this moment, had become incomparably laughable.

Ridiculous and childish, he was the star of this farce.

They stood facing each other, looking at each other.

In the longest moment.

Then, He Lan Xue's laughter rang out.

He Lan Xue finally realized her role. Her eyes were filled with extreme pain, but the smile on her face became bigger and bigger. Her laughter was weak and strong. It was so profound that it was like a knife was gouging out of her.

The sound was like blood.

A trace of reluctance and guilt flashed across her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

When a woman changes, she's more thorough and ruthless than a man. Perhaps it was just for a moment, so her face turned white.

"Save him." His wife, who had been holding onto Yan Han, suddenly said, "Take him away."

She couldn't allow He Lan Xue to appear in front of Rong Xiu like this.

She didn't even want anyone to see He Lan Xue like this. She didn't want her to be a peerless figure who could maintain her charm even when she was sent into exile. She shouldn't, shouldn't be standing here and be violated by a woman who didn't know how to be grateful!

When Yan Han heard the news, he made a gesture towards the house, and his figure suddenly moved, about to attack the house.

Her lover let go of her hand and lay down on the roof, continuing to observe what was going on inside.

Yan Han felt his arm loosen as he tilted his head to look at his lover. Then, he suddenly realized that the reason his wife grabbed him at the first possible moment was not because she was provoked, but because she was worried that he would leave. She was worried that no one would be able to help She Lan Xue at this time.

She had done her best for He Lan Xue — — Yan Han touched his nose, almost envious.