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In this world, there were many disabled people. Tens of millions of them were blind, and many of them had the greatest wish in their lives to one day be able to see what their parents looked like.

However, these blind people were fortunate, because at least they still had relatives to worry about. In this world, there were tens of millions of children living in single-parent families, and some of them were orphans who had never seen their parents since they could remember. If there was someone who could make them call out to their father or their mother, it would be enough to make them so happy that their eyes would fill with tears.

However, all of this was extremely blissful for Zhang Song, who could understand it in his heart? Grief is greater than death. Hugging Mu Xinyi whose body was getting colder and colder, Zhang Song only felt as if his entire body and mind were empty. But when he saw the few eye-catching scars on Mu Xinyi's body again, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found another meaning to live in this world. I still have so many things that I haven't done. How can I not complete the things that I promised you? How can I not give you the world I promised you?

Zhang Song raised his head and looked up at Mu Xinyi, his gaze focused on that exceptional beauty, he heard the sound of his own heart shattering, the world in front of him was so dark, he felt as though he had lost the entire world, he felt a wave of despair, and almost fainted.

"Puff." Zhang Song opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood. His eyes were scarlet red and his hair was wildly flying, as he shouted towards the sky. "Why?"

"Why?! "Why is this all happening?!"

"God, how cruel are you!"

"Xinyi …" "Xin Yi!"

"Why is my Xin Yi separated from me?" Why? "Why?!"

"Return my Xin Yi …" Return me Xin Yi!

Zhang Song howled towards the sky.

The promise of the Mountain Alliance still lingered in his ears, and the face of the smile and voice still appeared in front of him. The spirit of the past had not dissipated until now. However, the next time they met was life and death!

If one did not look at the pair of dark and lifeless eyes, her otherworldly appearance was still the same as before. Her beautiful face was still as delicate and beautiful as it was a day ago. She was still as beautiful as ever.

Her eyebrows were curved, her nose was delicate and pretty, her lips were rosy, her teeth were like jade, and the delicate corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sense of innocence and a bit of mischievousness.

Tears blurred Zhang Song's vision. He silently cried. At this moment, he was as weak as a child. His heart was broken and his body was swaying, on the verge of collapse.

Ten years of life and death was boundless. Without thinking, he would not forget. A thousand miles of lonely grave, without a place to speak of desolation. Even though they did not know each other, their faces were covered with dust and their hair was like frost. Dream of the Night returns to the village, small window Xuan. He was dressing himself. They looked at each other in silence, but only their tears flowed. He was looking forward to the place where his intestines were broken every year. It was the night of the bright moon and the short pine tree.

Tears silently flowed down Zhang Song's face. He clearly knew that Mu Xinyi was no longer the same beauty as before, but he was still staring at her, enduring the pain like ten thousand ants were devouring his heart.

The past is like smoke. Why is it always lingering in my heart? The past is like the wind, why is the wind uncertain, always in my heart fluttering?

In this life, amidst the bustle. The depths of Zhang Song's heart was filled with deep loneliness and sorrow, as if everything around him was only an illusion that could dissipate like fireworks at any moment. His actions in the past seemed to be just to make him forget his distant memories and lonely self …

However, in today's dream to wake up, heartbreak, the most unforgettable pain was revealed today.

As though he was in a dream, Mu Xinyi's figure slowly walked out from the bottom of his heart.

know each other, know each other, reunite, disintegrate...

Even though his heart was filled with confusion and puzzlement, at this moment, he did not have the slightest bit of emotion to think about it. He was in despair, and as he looked at the person sleeping in his arms, his tears fell like rain.

He was so close to the ends of the earth!

The two sides of life and death were boundless. Meeting once again was meaningless, only tears could be seen. Without thinking, he would never forget it! At this moment, Zhang Song's heart shattered into countless pieces. All of his hopes turned into dust, he really wanted to slap his own spirit and end his life here.

After waiting for Mu Xinyi to settle down, Zhang Song reluctantly returned home.

That night, Zhang Song did not sleep, nor did Zhang Fangxia. Originally, Zhang Fangxia wanted to accompany Zhang Song, but the meticulous and gentle Zhang Song tactfully refused. After a sleepless night, Zhang Song sat on top of the hill without returning to his room. As the cold wind blew past, his long, flowing wind fluttered wildly with the wind, and Zhang Song, who had never shed a tear before, had finally shed his silent tears at this moment. Unknowingly, Zhang Fangxia had already arrived beside Zhang Song. Just as he was about to sit, Zhang Song slowly stood up and walked out without a word.

Just as Zhang Song stood up, Zhang Fangxia unintentionally noticed the tear that rolled down the corner of his eye. Zhang Fangxia sighed to himself. Outsiders all said that Zhang Song had a proud and aloof personality, but who knew that in his heart, he had always been very weak!

An ordinary child, a blissful youth. A heart-piercing disaster, a bloody massacre. To change his life, to let his world slip into darkness.

The heavens, it was you. You led him to another rough road. It was you that lit up the world that was already completely dark. It's you who offered a Lord of Blood to the Underground World.

Heaven, you have completely changed his life. But now …

On the hill.

Zhang Song silently sat on the edge of the hill, quietly looking at the sky that was still bright due to the moonlight, his fingers unconsciously sliding across the hill. She seemed to be nostalgic, but also seemed to be reminiscing about something … Pain would occasionally appear on her face, and then she would turn into a smile …

This complex expression did not fail to show the deep sorrow in Zhang Song's heart. Under the moonlight, the tears that occasionally rolled down from the corners of his eyes was even more shocking.

As if he could feel the pain in Zhang Song's heart, Zhang Fangxia remained extremely calm and quiet. He did not speak any words of consolation, but sat by's side, held Zhang Song's arm, and nestled his head on's shoulder.

They silently accompanied him as he looked at the vast sky.

She understood Zhang Song's pain, so whatever he said now was unnecessary, and the only thing she could do was accompany him silently.

Moreover, she was actually very happy and content to be able to snuggle by his side and watch the sky with him.

On the morning of the second day, Zhang Song, who had sat for an entire night, had already hidden the heart-wrenching expression on his face and had completely returned to normal.

He lightly pushed Zhang Fangxia, who was leaning on his shoulder, almost fell asleep.

Zhang Fangxia rubbed his sleepy eyes: "What time is it?"

"It's eight o'clock, time for us to leave …"

"Oh." Zhang Fangxia was somewhat unwilling to leave Zhang Song's warm shoulder, but suddenly heard Zhang Song's cousin let out a cry of surprise.

"Ah …" "Cousin, your, your hair …"

Hair?

Zhang Fangxia looked up and immediately covered her mouth in shock.

Seeing their shocked expressions, Zhang Song turned his head to look at a small ditch to the side. Borrowing the reflection of the water: A white haired shadow appeared.

White hair, white hair, white hair in one night …

Zhang Song closed his eyes and lightly inhaled a breath of air. An indistinct smile appeared on his face and he said in a low voice, "So … "Not bad."

Looking at Zhang Song's smile, then looking at the piercing white hair, Zhang Fangxia felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

Pain...

The stabbing pain in their hearts almost suffocated them.

Zhang Fangxia hugged Zhang Song from behind and said in a soft and trembling voice, "Little Song …"

Zhang Song smiled and shook his head: "I'm fine, I've thought it through. This white hair, just treat it as the tombstone I erected for Xin Yi." "He turned around and gently rubbed Zhang Fangxia's soft hair. "Big sister, don't cry. We won't cry. We have to smile. Look, I didn't cry."

Zhang Fangxia covered his mouth with all his might, trying his best to hold back the tears that were about to roll down.

When Zhang Song walked down from the hill, that eye-piercing white hair caused Zhang Guinan's heart to fiercely tremble.

The faint smile made their eyes mist …

Zhang Song's hands, which were originally whiter than even a woman's hands, had somehow become a little earthy yellow, and was many times rougher than before.

His handsome face carried an expression of undispelled sorrow, and his bright eyes seemed to grow dimmer. If the Zhang Song before was a treasured sword that radiated light, then the Zhang Song now was a piece of metal that had no luster. In the quiet study room, Zhang Song crumpled the letter into a ball and with a light movement of his fingers, the ball of paper accurately landed in the corner of the paper basket.

Shifting his gaze, Zhang Song saw the innocent smile on Mu Xinyi's face from the frame on the desk. Zhang Song's heart once again hurt, and the vicious look that he had not seen for a long time flashed past his eyes. He gently caressed the beauty in the photo before leaving the room, locking the room tightly as if he was trying to take care of his beloved's soul.

If it was said that Mu Xinyi's death caused him to go from a sharp sword to becoming silent, then he had also aged a lot. If the vicissitudes in his eyes before had been an act of his skill, then the vicissitudes hidden deep within his handsome face now were indeed the traces of the past month that had been imprinted onto it.

Although Mu Xinyi's death made Zhang Song and the others sad for a long time, they could not revive. Furthermore, everyone was still young, so the pain in their hearts had calmed down a lot. As long as no one mentioned Mu Xinyi's name, they would not feel sad.

Flowers bloomed in the wilderness. A cool breeze blew, causing the green willow to sway unsteadily. The mountain was silent. A grave was located in the depths of the mountain, and there was a small wooden house beside it. Outside the wooden house, there was a pavilion, very simple and crude, because inside, there was only a long chair and a wooden table. That was all. A man in green clothes and a jar of wine was sitting there. It was unknown how old he was.

Years, decades, hundreds of years, maybe even centuries had passed. It seemed that even he himself could not remember. For him, remembering these days would be painful, right?

Mu Xinyi's death gave Zhang Song a huge blow that he had never experienced before. Zhang Song sank into depression day and night, and the Zhang Song of the past seemed to have already died. Just that, could he walk out of the haze surrounding Mu Xinyi's death? If he lost Mu Xinyi in his future life, where would he go? How could he face it?