Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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In the interplay of dawn and dusk, this person appears as a hazy, indistinct shadow, evoking a strong sense of unreality. Standing in the night, it's impossible to tell whether he is the night, or the night is him!

Feng Xuese stood quietly for a moment, then slowly loosened her arms, letting go of Chen Muwan.

After remaining still for a long time, Chen Muwan's legs went numb, and she staggered, almost falling.

Feng Xuese carefully helped her up, and only after she had regained her balance did she turn her head towards that person.

"Young Master Snow?" The man's voice was very deep, slightly hoarse, and had a soft trailing tone.

"Who are you?" Feng Xuese was certain she had never heard this voice before.

"Night. You can call me Night."

Feng Xuese asked calmly, "Yan Shenhan, was it you who injured him?"

"yes."

"Did you stab Nishino En?"

"yes."

"Did you also kill Qin Er and Song San?"

“Although I did not kill Bo Ren, Bo Ren died because of me. Therefore, these two lives can also be attributed to me.”

"We met at the banquet pavilion on Xuan Yue Water Island more than a month ago?"

The mysterious man in black who was spying on the banquet amidst layers of guards and under the watchful eyes of many experts, got caught, fought with Nishino En, and then made a graceful retreat.

"Exactly." Ye Yi didn't deny it at all.

Sensing Feng Xuese's calm and collected demeanor, Chen Muwan gradually calmed down as well. She suddenly asked, "Why are you wearing a mask? Are you afraid we'll recognize you?" These words were actually more of a reminder to Feng Xuese.

Ye Wei sighed softly: "If you see my face, I will definitely kill you."

Chen Muwan said, "Even if you wear a mask, I will still recognize you the next time we meet."

"oh?"

"I have been studying medicine since I was a child."

"I know."

"Doctors don't judge people by their appearance."

"I've also heard that in the eyes of doctors, a person is just a piece of skin, a piece of muscle, a blood vessel, and an organ."

"Then, do you know that no matter how skillful the art of disguise is, even if Gao Mao can change his temperament, appearance, voice, smell, eye color, and even control his height, he cannot change his bloodline, heartbeat, or other characteristics?" Chen Muwan said calmly. "We've already met twice, so next time I'll definitely make sure Liu Yue recognizes you!"

Ye paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "I've never liked overly intelligent people, especially women."

Chen Muwan smiled slightly: "Why?"

“People who are too smart don’t live long,” the man sighed. “So, it seems I can’t keep you around.”

Feng Xuese gently pulled Chen Muwan behind her and said with a faint smile, "You'll have to ask me first!"

Although Ye's face was hidden behind a mask, he seemed to be smiling the whole time, and his voice was as calm as water: "The two of you are quite affectionate!"

With a flick of his wrist, the lantern in his hand flew out slowly and landed steadily on a willow tree on the embankment, swaying gently with the willow branches.

The short pole of the lantern remained in his palm. It was shaped like a flute, two feet long, and dark in color. It was neither iron nor gold nor jade. In the dim light, the light shimmered, and the body of the flute resembled a sky full of stars.

Chen Muwan exclaimed, "This... could it be the legendary Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute?"

Night slowly said, "Exactly."

Feng Xuese said calmly, “It is said that the Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute was once held by the Great Luo Golden Immortal Han Zhenren before his ascension. After his ascension, the flute disappeared without a trace, but it turns out that it fell into your hands! It is a pity that my eyesight is impaired and I cannot see it.”

Ye Dao asked, "Is this flute worthy of Young Master Feng's 'Snowy Color'?" He was referring to the long sword that had been hanging at Feng Xue Se's waist. Since the sudden encounter with the enemy at Ning Nuan Pavilion, this sword had never been drawn.

Feng Xuese lowered her head to look at the bamboo umbrella in her hand, and slowly said, "I accept!"

He opened the bamboo umbrella and held it over Chen Muwan's head: "Wait for me!"

The very calm tone sent a jolt through Chen Muwan: "Wait for me?"

Yes. He said, "Wait for me!"

The night rain fell in torrents, soaking her silk robes and dripping water from her hair. Her frail body was already succumbing to the cold, yet those two short words seemed to infuse her weak body with the most miraculous life-giving elixir.

But before she could say "I'll wait for you," his figure had already disappeared into the darkness.

She stood on the lakeside embankment, holding an umbrella, lost in thought, under the lonely lamp in the rainy night. The tides crashed against the shore, and although her body was afraid of the cold of the night, her heart was warmer than anything else.

The night is long and fraught with danger. Will he ever return?

Whether he comes back or not, she will wait.

Because he said, wait for me...

The fine rain was scattered by the lake breeze, resembling a thin mist. The long dike was submerged in the pitch-black night.

Feng Xuese calmly stepped onto a blue stone, her long hair flowing and her clothes fluttering. At her feet, clusters of daylilies bloomed profusely, exhaling a cool fragrance in the misty night.

Dozens of steps away, under the weeping willows, Ye, dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit, had a ferocious mask on his face that added to his murderous aura. His deep eyes held a loneliness deeper than the night itself.