#1360 Reality (10)

Xue Wuhen stumbled to his feet and threw the wine bottle off the cliff, but his eyes suddenly trembled.

The cliff, the sunset, and her at that time.

He is not sure what he is now, does she love him or not?

Or maybe she really needs an offering.

Just doing so much for him.

Xue Wuhen will never forget that when she pushed him into the stove, her eyes were so calm and terrifyingly indifferent.

If you love him, can you really pretend to be so perfect?

Xue Wuhen felt that sooner or later he would have to drive himself crazy. He dragged his sword and returned to the room drunk to lie down and sleep.

I haven't really had a good night's sleep in a long time.

He quietly looked at the top of the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, his chest pain was unbearable, he got up immediately, and a mouthful of blood had already spit out.

Emotional pain?

Xue Wuhen touched his chest, why did this familiar pain come again.

The pain got worse and worse, until finally he couldn't bear to curl up on the bed and sweat.

It was so painful, the pain was beyond his physical limits.

Xue Wuhen's expression was cold and hard, extremely pale, and sweat was bubbling out.

Suddenly he got out of bed and hit the table, which turned over.

Suddenly a stack of papers rolled out from under the table.

Xue Wuhen was stunned for a while, and he stared at the stack of papers.

There were papers scattered all over the floor, each with familiar handwriting.

These papers turned out to be stuck under the table, and no one has found them.

He leaned over, just in time to see the first sheet of paper, with the number marks on it.

one.

He took a breath and turned the paper over.

The handwriting on the paper is very beautiful and elegantly written - Master, I really like you more and more every day.

The pain in Xue Wuhen's chest subsided immediately.

When did she leave these words?

Xue Wuhen suddenly closed his eyes and groped all the papers and folded them again.

Then I opened my eyes, and without browsing the content, I quickly photographed all the papers in order.

Forty-nine in total.

He decided to watch one a day, it was the only thought she left him.

Xue Wuhen looks at one every day.

"Master, your fingers are so beautiful, I like your fingers, curling my hair."

"Master, your eyes are also good-looking. When can you keep looking at me, I'm jealous of anything you see."

"I won't call you master today, I'll call you Xue Wuhen, Xue Wuhen bastard, do you like me or not, I like you."

...

This is her diary.

Paper is also different in how old or new it is.

It seems like she started writing it a long time ago.

They are all made by hand, and some handwriting is very scribbled.

Look at one every day, every one is love for him.

Xue Wuhen's heart no longer hurts, and the pain of emotion did not find him.

He didn't even know why he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, even though the sequelae of this martial art had been cured.

Xue Wuhen's life is extremely poor.

Before he met Bai Weiwei, he was unrestrained and unrestrained. When he was right, he could act as a chivalrous person, and when he was evil, he could use Magnolia to destroy people.

All is a fun game for him.

He loves these games, even enjoys them.

And when she died, he had nothing.

It is better to live than to die.

His life now is to kill, and then quietly wait for tomorrow to come, continue to read what she wrote.

The paper at the back didn't look like a diary anymore, but a letter to him.

"Master, if I'm not here in the future, you have to take good care of yourself."

This sentence made his nose sour.

He couldn't take care of himself, he didn't even want to take care of himself.