blood rose in his heart

Chapter 30 Forbearing and repressed love

Her figure is like a happy pure white deer, elegant and mysterious yet gentle.

Like a villain in the fall and hell, full of sin and blood, looking up at the only light at the top, believing in and being loyal to the only light.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the person who was jumping up in place happily. After a long time, he turned around with reluctance in his eyes.

Forget it, the abilities on her body were completely blocked, and it would take a while for the wound to heal.

More exposure to the sun can promote blood circulation and accelerate wound healing.

Closing his eyes, a jumping figure of a little girl appeared in front of his eyes.

Dexterous and brisk, like an elf in light.

Zhuo Fan raised his hand to cover his chest, and felt a little bit of warmth gradually surge up—even though he was not standing in the sun, he could feel endless warmth just by looking at her figure.

After a while.

The previous day's violent storms had caused puddles in the garden.

Su Baixi watched the naughty heart emerge, and jumped around the puddle with her hands behind her back, like a child jumping on a grid.

Suddenly, I saw a butterfly floating on the surface of the puddle.

Probably because it was blown over by the wind last night, its wings stuck to the puddle, and it couldn't fly no matter how trembling it was. Seeing this, Su Baixi immediately squatted down and picked off a long leaf.

"Well--"

Her finger was scratched by the edge of the leaf, and blood oozed out. She immediately raised her hand and sucked her finger lightly, licking off the oozed blood beads little by little, and then wrapped the leaf around the branch.

This time, the action was a little more careful.

Finally tied it up and tied a knot, she held the branch and stretched it towards the butterfly.

Then, the butterfly climbed up the top of the branch, and Su Baixi carefully retracted the branch with a breath of concentration, watching the butterfly lying on the branch, and gently placing it in the center of the blooming flowers next to it.

Leaning down, blowing the dew off the butterfly's wings, she smiled when she saw that the butterfly finally recovered its strength and could take off with trembling wings.

that's nice
Zhuo Fan stood in the room with his back against the curtains, raised his head and closed his eyes.

"Her lifespan is less than a hundred years, at most barely a hundred years. The lifespan of human beings is just a cloud in front of you. Don't be too sinking."

"Human beings are at best playthings in front of us."

The warning sound echoed in his ears, Zhuo Fan closed his eyes and clenched his fists, his wide sleeves trembled with his movements.

So, the opposite of the spirit, there is really only the physical world, isn't it?
Figures in the sun and warning sounds criss-crossed and appeared alternately in front of his eyes, like some unknown but ancient spell.

It faintly hinted at the ending between them, but it made him so unwilling.

There was a sudden pain in his heart, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it, and clasped his fingertips hard on his chest, but it couldn't relieve any pain at all.

The sharp stabbing pain spread from his chest, and the pain made him tremble all over. Finally, he knelt down on the ground with a "plop--" and the blood in his eyes became thicker--if it wasn't for her blood, the part she injured by herself might have been real. cannot be completely cured.

But
Thinking of the tears in the corners of her eyes, his expression became a little clearer.

Turning his head, he cast a reluctant glance out of the window again, and then he got up and walked slowly inside.

The room fell into darkness again.

On the wall, hangs a picture.

A lone wolf travels alone in the snowstorm.

The night was dark and oppressive, and the world was silent. Only this wolf was walking slowly in the storm.

evening.

After waking up, Zhuo Fan subconsciously got up and walked to the window, looking out of the window through the gap, the figure was still in the garden.

It seems to be enjoying the last freedom and warmth of today.

Standing up, she saw her figure through the gap.

Sitting on a bench in the garden, holding a book in his hand, he read it very seriously.

I got up and asked, besides eating, I really stayed outside for a day.

Even naps are spent in garden rocking chairs.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help lowering his eyes slightly.

Does this room make you that uncomfortable?
Just watching, I saw a figure walking out of the rose garden.

A bright red fluffy long skirt with light red pleated hollow patterns on the edge of the skirt.

The short light chestnut curly hair is pinned behind a delicate little crystal bowknot hairpin. She has porcelain white skin and a tall figure. She wears a small red cap and hairpin on her head as a decoration. A dark green crystal spider.

The dark green crystal reflected a layer of icy luster, and a black hollow net hung under the crystal, completely covering her forehead and the upper part of her face, but her blood eyes were still bright.

The bridge of the nose is high, the red lips are translucent and glowing with a layer of luster, and the attitude of the chin is always slightly raised, and the arrogance of the body is self-evident.

Su Baixi immediately recognized her identity.

Ansest Abis - one of the few countesses in the castle.

Zhuo Fan's sister.

And only her.

To have such a proud capital, people's eyes are not right.

Su Baixi got up and stared at her.

Seeing the setting sun gradually setting behind her but still shining with light, her face was calm but she was a little surprised in her heart.

Blood race, can stand under the sun?
Abis looked her whole body up and down, with a little dissatisfaction in her eyes, she held the end of the closed fan in her hand and pointed the head of the fan at Su Baixi's nose, frowning.

"You caused my brother's injury?"

Su Baixi was not afraid, and met her gaze squarely.

"It's me, what?"

Abis was furious, and a black lightning flashed out from the fan in her hand. She waved the fan with her wrist, and manipulated the lightning to strike Su Baixi's face.

"Presumptuous! Are you still justified in hurting him like that?!"

Su Baixi immediately retreated to avoid the attack, but couldn't dodge because the opponent's speed was too fast.

Seeing that the black lightning was about to hit her face, Su Baixi couldn't dodge, closed her eyes subconsciously, raised her arms to cover her face.

The expected attack did not land, she opened her eyes in astonishment, only to see a huge curse mark appeared in front of her.

The curse seal was black, round, and in the shape of an inverted triangle, with a layer of hollowed-out patterns on the edge. As for the pattern inside, Su Baixi disappeared before he could see it clearly.

And the lightning struck by Abis was completely ineffective because of the appearance of the curse seal.

It was the first time I saw the appearance of the curse seal, and Su Baixi didn't fully understand what was going on.

Then, the curse mark disappeared.

Looking up, I saw Abis looking at her face in disbelief, and said viciously:

"He actually made a seal with you?!"

As she spoke, she pointed at Su Baixi with a fan, her eyes wide open and her teeth gritted.

"He chose you?!"

　The opposite of the spirit is only the material world, which is the general meaning of a sentence in Maugham's "Blade Edge"
　　"Knife's Edge" is not a philosophy book, but it is still a great book

　　This sentence can be related to the philosophical concept of the metaphysics of dual opposites of existence time, and will be quoted many times later, so babies can remember it first
　　I will slowly talk about it later, this painting is a metaphor of Hesse's "Steppenwolf", implying the hero's repression and restraint of the heroine's love

　　There is also the Steppenwolf question, which corresponds to the previous German question. My sister will add my sister’s small class to it. If you are interested, you can take a look.

　　
　
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