"Is it a pity? ---------”

Qing looked at the dull man in front of him, for the sake of the goal and for the sake of love. Clearly, the man chose the former. However, the price is to tear apart and destroy the memory of love with your own hands.

"Yes~---- it's really a pity--- I can't choose between my family's hatred and my own love. In the past seven years, she has done a lot for me. She washed me as a slave, she even had a dispute with his father for me---- I don't deserve so much ---love from her for me."

"I think so, you're not ready to -----"

Qing gently scrubbed the newly cast scabbard, and delicately ran her fingers through every trace on the scabbard.

"But it's too late--- I don't have a choice, or I chose this path in the first place---"

"Do you regret it? ---I think - she's going to hate you----"

"I never regretted it---- I just hated myself, hated myself for being so incompetent, hated myself for putting myself in the middle of the scales. If --- she can hate me---- that's what I want. At least--- she won't be sad about it-----"

"You're wrong!"

Qing put the sword back into its scabbard, making a snorting sound of metal grinding.

"She's going to be sad! Even if she hates you, she will be sad! ---- loving someone is a feeling of happiness. Loving her, you will unconsciously want to get to know her, hug her, tell her all your stories, and want to tell her everything about yourself. Pain for her sadness and joy for her smile. Because she is the one who knows you the most and cares about you the most."

Qing looked at the plain beyond the forest in the distance, and in that direction there was the person Qing cared about in the world. She always does not smile, always moves towards a goal, always swings the heavy blade in her hand for distant dreams, always buries the soft side of her heart deeply, and hides alone in a dark room to grieve alone------

"She --- me ---"

"You don't love her! ------But you care deeply about her and love her---- ---I think you have always treated her as a sister in your heart----

The man looked at Qing in shock, but Qing didn't pay attention to the man's shocked gaze. Leave the long hair scattered on your chest and pull it back of your head.

"I don't love her ------- I ---- my -----"

The man looked at his trembling hands in disbelief, his messy eyes telling incredulity, but Qing's words were accurate to pierce the last glimmer of hope that covered his heart.

"You don't love her! But she loves you! You and her are not possible! “

Qing stared directly at the panicked man with sharp eyes, like a sharp knife slashing through his chest, putting his heart in front of his eyes. Let him know that everything he feels is his own way to make up for Martha's love for him.

"I ---- --- I ------"

The man knelt on the ground with his hands propped up, repeating the chaotic words in his mouth, his clenched fists silently clasping the muddy earth, leaving finger marks one after another.

"Hahahaha~ I said you're really a bastard~ Obviously you don't love others and still occupy her love~ Use her trust in you to complete your revenge purpose~~ Hahahaha! ~I'm laughing to death~"

Qing Yi changed the norm, constantly stimulating the man with a mocking tone, and the yin and yang weird sentences tore apart the last luck in the man's heart!

"Ahh Yes!! Ahhh You bastard!! “

[Bang! 】

A heavy punch slammed into Qing's face. The man was so angry that even he didn't know why he was so angry. Obviously--- Qing said not a single sentence deviated from the facts.

The man looked at his fist in disbelief, his hands trembling and constantly retreating, not daring to look at Qing.

Qing touched the left side of his face that was beaten, although the man's strength was great, but it was impossible to hurt Qing in the slightest.

"What's going on? It's so much more comfortable~"

Qing stood up from the tree and walked over to the man. Although he is only about 1.6 meters tall now, he looks unusually tall in front of men.

Standing on tiptoe, he reached out and patted the man's shoulder, smiling at him.

"You are the real you! Everything that used to be has died in that forest. Right now! You are no longer the one to avenge your parents! Nor is it a false lover who makes up for the kindness of others! You are who you are! Right now! You live as you are! No longer for others! It's for your own survival! “

Qing looked no longer trembling, and his confused and dim eyes had gradually disappeared. Qing watched the man's changes with relief, no longer moving forward for hatred, no longer blinding himself with false lies. All this is Qing's choice, and it is also a man's choice. There is no longer a need to look left and right, and there is no need to be tied up in other things to move forward and backward.

"See! The breeze blowing high in the sky, the bright moon above the clouds. Its whiteness is the color of your heart! “

Qing pointed to the full moon reflected in the river and looked back at the man.

"Can you tell me what you think---

The man looked at Qing in a daze, which was different from the previous turbid clarity. Now he no longer needs to use the hatred of the past to drive himself to risk killing what he can't do at all, he can go on bravely without caring about his side, and the Youth Club will be by his side to help him achieve his ideals. In the same way, he can no longer face the person who loves him as an avenger, he can let go of everything and learn how to love!

"Can you tell me? ----”

Qing saw that the man didn't answer for a long time, and then asked again. This time the man reflected, looking at Qing grinning at himself, he returned a vibrant smile to Qing.

"I can't be that selfish, can I?"

A rhetorical question stumped Qing, the meaning of this word is too huge, which encompasses all the questions Qing asked, and Qing can't understand the key to it at all.

"That --- hahaha---- I actually didn't understand--- can you briefly explain that one--- hahaha"

Qing smiled awkwardly, his education level is limited, and to put it bluntly, he is muscular and simple-minded. Although his muscles are not obvious, or there are only some muscle lines at all, the whole person looks small and weak. But Qing can proudly say out loud, 'My brain must be muscular!' Then Qing clearly remembered that he was flattened by Teacher Merlin.

The man looked at Qing who had fallen into memories with an embarrassed smile, and didn't mind Qing's wandering, and looked back at the city of Nieder Saxony, which was hundreds of kilometers away.

"I choose ----------------------------"