Painted Skin: Girl Monster Hunter

"I thought that our first meeting might be the last time. I didn't expect to meet her again when I went to the stream to drink and enjoy the scenery a few days later."

"She didn't bring any maids with her that time. She put on delicate makeup on her face, but it made her cry. The rouge was washed and flowed by tears, and her whole face was in a mess. Guessing that she was in a bad mood, I planned to I avoided it, took a sip of the wine in the pot, and got up to leave. Unexpectedly, she ran over and stopped me with her arms outstretched. "You don't go away. I really let you, a disciple, say it right." , Among the countless people who want to marry me, none of them is the one I want to marry. Life is too short, don’t I even have the right to love once?” After she finished speaking, she cried even harder.”

"I was speechless, I could only look at her quietly. I don't have any right to speak about love, about the shortness of life. Who would know that a word that was accidentally inserted into a willow would actually become a prophecy. 'Sorry.' is all I can say."

"She snatched the jug from my hand and drank it on her back. Judging by her appearance, she would not normally drink alcohol. The strong and mellow smell of alcohol made her runny nose and tears flow out. She kept coughing and retching, But I don’t know who I seem to be competing with, but I just don’t want to put down the flagon.”

"'That's enough, don't drink.' I said something. She didn't listen to me, made herself feel bad, and insisted on drinking. 'I said enough!' I slammed the flagon off, and the flagon was hit Turned to the ground, the aged wine like fine nectar and jade dew was swallowed by the soil, leaving only a scent of fragrance."

"She covered her face and burst into tears, crying undisguisedly. That being said, it was ugly when she cried, not as touching as when she smiled. But the crying expression is really sincere. Although I have been here for a short time, I have already Having seen all kinds of pretensions, no matter what kind of people they are doing, they will always wear a mask on their face, or make an apology or pretend to be a grandson... The expressions on their faces may be related to their hearts. It's far from what I thought. This young lady's crying was so extreme, she didn't consider whether her expression was appropriate, nor did she consider whether her crying made people feel irritated. At that moment, her true temperament was written on her face."

"If I had walked away at this time, leaving only an indifferent back for her, then probably nothing would happen. I sat down by the stream again, and pointed at the big rock next to me. Just cry, maybe it'll be nice to cry. Sit there and look at the beauty of the creek, and you'll feel more or less at peace. If you want to say something, say it, and I'm here to listen.'"

"She listened to my words with a bit of disbelief. It was obvious that she was struggling psychologically. After standing for a while, she chose to sit down on the big rock. We sat there all the time watching the scenery, and no one spoke. .Looking at the gurgling stream, watching the egrets playing, and watching the sun go westward. It wasn't until the sky darkened and the sky was covered with stars that she came over in a daze, took a deep look at me, and then fled away. I can't forget that look , seems to be grateful, seems to blame, and more is a kind of hazy thing that I can't understand."

"That night, I didn't go back, I stayed by the stream. I used the sky as the cover, the ground as the hut, the egret as the companion, and the stars as the lamp, just to stay here for a while. She sat on the stone for so long, and the surrounding It seems to still have her smell."