Before leaving, Fu Yue gently stepped on the door, and through the half-hidden crack in the door, she took one last look at Fan Xiu, such a light in her eyes, extremely deep and dark, as if she couldn't control herself and wanted to say something, but she endured it again.

Turn around.

Step by step.

The banshee's brilliant eyebrows and eyes were deep and complex, and the white moonlight above the night sky spilled down, and the shadow hit her face.

Why......

Fu Yue could feel that Fan Xiu had feelings for her.

He connived at her recklessness again and again, and even violated the creed he had always adhered to, allowing her to behave in the immortal cultivation world.

It's not so much that Brahman doesn't love her, but that he doesn't want to admit that he loves her.

Thinking of the identity of Fan Xiu, Fu Yue paused, as if she had thought of something.

Half of the girl's face was hidden in the night, pinching the fingertips of the sleeves, the narrow corners of the eyes, and the curvature of the tails of the eyes were extremely beautiful, like the thick ink swept out of the mist.

is unwilling to admit it.

Or can't?

……

Inside the meditation room.

The snow-clad monk meditating cross-legged, his eyes closed, his curled eyelashes hanging down softly, and his face was so white that he couldn't see a little blood.

He folded his hands.

His thin lips were closed one by one, and he was whispering scriptures.

Suddenly, Fanxiu's eyes opened.

His face became extremely ugly at this moment, his slender and delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and a little unspeakable pain flashed on his face.

Van Xiu bent down.

Caught off guard, a mouthful of blood spit out.

This result, Fan Xiu seemed to have expected it a long time ago, he was not the slightest surprised, and the corners of his pale lips hooked a helpless arc.

Raise your fair wrist.

As far as the eye can see.

A blood-red line, extremely thin, slowly rising from the bottom to the top, at an extremely slow speed, if you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

It's about two inches away from the base of your palm.

In the early years.

The vow that Brahma had made was fulfilled at this time. He once swore that in this life and this life, he would serve the Buddha with his body, and he would never be contaminated with half of the world's love entanglements.

And now, even the Buddha is aware of his betrayal...... That's the punishment.

Fan Xiu knew that the appearance of this blood mark showed that he had admitted his feelings for Jiang Ji in his heart.

He didn't even want to deceive himself.

Love is love.

What is the fear of death?

The snow-clad monk's eyebrows were delicate and picturesque, and the corners of his blood-stained lips gradually evoked a smile of relief, and his eyes were sad and regretful, but there was no regret at all.

What about destroying the bones of the Buddha that are about to be completed.

What about betraying one's own beliefs.

Brahmana is not afraid of death.

It's just a pity that I can't accompany the girl who makes him excited.

That's why he rejected Fu Yue so resolutely.

Since she is destined to be unable to stay together, why should she be involved.

Even if you work hard to run towards your life's stay, but the distance is too far away and tearing day by day, this love that shouldn't have it will eventually come to an end.

There is a kind of love that can only be hidden in the bottom of the heart forever.

The snow-clad monk's beautiful and gentle eyes drooped, and he stood up, walked to the bookshelf, opened the secret compartment, and took out a folding fan from inside.

Fingers touch the fan bone.

Fanxiu seemed to be electrocuted, his fingertips shrank violently, and he froze in place again, his expression flashing unnaturally.

This folding fan was thrown away by Fu Yue that day, but he picked it up and kept it well.