This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

The hand that never shakes when holding a knife is shaking now.

When facing death, Shi Wei's body muscles were tense and trembling, his blood was boiling to an unprecedented level, and the blush on that warm and handsome face became more and more intense.

He was afraid, but at the same time he was looking forward to it.

The sharp pain didn't dampen his excitement, and he was laughing, his eyes greedy and eager.

Come on, kill him.

But in the end, the sharp dagger did not cut his throat, but left.

Shen Yue stood up without giving Shi Wei a look.

Compared with the pain in the neck, compared with death, Shen Yue's ignoring him made Shi Wei feel more tormented.

The front of the clothes was a little messy, the cold wind blew in, and got into the body along the collar, it was very cold.

The dagger in his hand was thrown on the ground casually, making a crisp sound.

She moved her clothes gracefully and unhurriedly. Shen Yue was wearing a dark green cloak. Her face was whiter than the snow outside due to the extremely dark color, and a hook of the same color was tied around her waist. Thunderweave Belt.

She is very thin, with a small face, beautiful and expensive.

Looking down, water vapor envelops her expression.

she says.

"Shen Yaojin, for your sake, I can spare his life."

Shen Yaojin's stern and tense jawline loosened, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a slight arc.

However, the smile on his face didn't last long before it was shattered by Shen Yue's next sentence.

"From then on, we owe nothing to each other."

Shen Yue glanced lightly at his face, then smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, without saying anything, she walked over to his side and wanted to leave.

The arm was severely restrained by a big hand.

A man's low and hostile voice came from beside him, almost gnashing his teeth.

"What do you mean?"

Shen Yue was forced to stop, she didn't turn her head to look at Shen Yaojin, she really didn't want to look.

Don't even want to look at it.

Her neck is long and slender, half of her black hair is scattered behind her, and the skin on her neck is tender and white, and the cold tone is like a thin layer of frost hanging from the branches outside.

So indifferent, so determined, as if he really didn't want to look back at him.

Shen Yaojin didn't know what she was obsessed with, tried her best to restrain the sound of breathing, but still let out a slight painful choked sob from deep in her throat.

"Fourth brother..."

Just two words out, she was interrupted by Shen Yue's expressionless face, her expression was very light, and her slender and thick eyelashes trembled.

She said, "Don't call me fourth brother, I'm not your fourth brother."

These words suddenly exploded in his mind like a bomb, without any warning, the hand holding Shen Yue's arm was so hard that the finger bones seemed to be completely shattered.

His face was pale, and the overwhelming panic gushing out seemed to completely annihilate him.

Everything in front of him became blurred. He felt as if something was out of his control and heading towards an unknown direction. He wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.

He felt as if he had done something wrong.

However, I don't know how to make up for it.

Before he could think it through, Shen Yue didn't give him time at all, she opened his fingers bit by bit, and then left without looking back.

The dark green figure is thin and tall, like the only green bamboo standing proudly in the snow, lonely and fragile, swayed by the cold and violent cold wind.

He watched helplessly until the figure disappeared.

Warm liquid poured out of the eyes, and turned cold when it was drawn on the face.

He took a breath and muttered to himself: "Fourth brother..."

No one responded.

No one will respond either.

-

Snowflakes sprinkled all over the sky in the sky, and there were clusters of lead gray clouds floating in the gray sky, and the cold current swept in.

Fu'an was holding an umbrella beside her, layers of ice were cut on the surface of the lake, desolate and miserable, and at the same time, it was suffocatingly beautiful.

Pushing away Fu'an, Shen Yue walked to the lake alone.

Fu An wanted to come over to hold an umbrella for Shen Yue, but she stopped her.

"Stand here, don't follow."

With these words left behind, Shen Yue moved forward alone.

Plum blossoms fell one by one and landed on the snow, like drops of red ink smudged on the rice paper.

She looked up at the plum blossoms blooming in the cold wind for a long time, her eyes calm and indifferent.

It seems to have seen through everything.

This lake was the place Shen Yue was most afraid of when she was young, because she almost died here, so she always had a sense of fear.

The prince was demoted to a commoner, and his life in Chang'an City was not good. I heard that he carried goods by the sea and did some worthless physical work.

She hated the prince and wished that he would die.

But now that the prince's life is worse than death, she is confused.

She stood quietly in the snow for a long time, the dark green cloak was almost dyed white, the cold wind blew, the hair hanging down the back fluttered slightly, shaking off some snowflakes.

A bright red plum blossom fell on her eyelashes, and when the eyelashes blinked, they fell lightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Later, it was Fu'an who stepped forward and covered the umbrella from the snowflakes and cold wind. The cold and numb fingers hanging by his side were also wrapped in a warm palm.

Fu An's breath was hot, and he couldn't see His Highness showing such an expression, which made his heart feel uncomfortable.

Shen Yue slightly turned her head to look at Fu An, her dark eyes reflected Fu An's pale face and red eye sockets.

"Your Highness, aren't you most afraid of the cold?"

Just such a word, almost broke all the defenses in Shen Yue's heart.

Someone stroked her head very gently.

All the grievances and embarrassments came to her heart in an instant, she was uncomfortable, her chest was tight, her breathing became difficult, and the sour heat made her eye sockets burn.

At that moment, she wanted to say everything, but she didn't know where to start, her throat was so dry that she couldn't even say a word.

She forced herself to calm down, took a big breath, and forced herself to calm down.

However, crystal clear teardrops still rolled down, along the snow-white sickly face, slipped over the chin, and fell into the skirt of the clothes again, and the long eyelashes were wet with water vapor.

"Fu'an..."

I worked very hard, but I just called out Fu'an's name.

Fu'an watched, breathing tremblingly, anxious and at a loss in his heart.

Almost frantically wiping the tears off Shen Yue's face, the tears were obviously cold, but when they fell on the palm of his hand, it was as if a red-hot brand had been scalded off, causing his soul to curl up in pain.

His Highness has a soft heart, loves to cry, and can cry for a long time once he cries, which is hard to coax.

She was crying, without making a sound, just shaking her shoulders, crying and crying, which was very pitiful.