After Amnesia [Ye Kai X Fu Hongxue]

Fu Hongxue took a step forward with his left foot, and then slowly dragged his right leg from the ground.

Ye Kai was obviously used to the way Fu Hongxue walked, but at this moment he felt that Fu Hongxue's walking posture was so weird and clumsy.

The back when he left was lonely, lonely, and sad, more than ever.

As soon as Ye Kai moved, he wanted to go up and support the person in front who was struggling to move his legs. It seemed that he was about to fall, but he forcibly held back.

He believed that Fu Hongxue would definitely not want him to do this.Even if Fu Hongxue could no longer bear a trace of sadness in his heart, he absolutely did not want others to see his fragility.

He doesn't need the sympathy and pity of others, especially Ye Kai's.

How could Ye Kai not know?

The person who has been living in this world with the support of hatred, now knows that his existence is like a joke, how can he not be heartbroken and sad?

But even so, he still hoped that Fu Hongxue could continue to live strong.

Ye Kai believed that he would.

Because Fu Hongxue said, I don't hate you, and I won't hate anyone from now on.

Autumn is stronger, and the night is as cool as water.

Fu Hongxue had been away for two days and two nights.Not a grain of rice was eaten, not a drop of water was drunk.The face that was already pale to the point of transparency was covered with a layer of faint purple.He looked so tired, so tired, as if he was about to fall to the ground the next moment.But he stubbornly straightened his back, moved his left foot first, and then slowly dragged his right leg.

His slender left hand gripped a knife tightly.Black scabbard, black handle.The knife has never left his left hand, and it seems that only by holding the knife tightly can he have the strength to stand upright and live.

In the hand holding the knife, you can already see the raised veins.There was no trace of blood in the already pale hands.

The dead leaves on the ground made a "rustling" sound under his heavy footsteps. It sounded extremely bleak in the silent night, but Fu Hongxue seemed to have never heard it.

He never cared about anyone or anything around him.It is the same at this time.

His eyes were red, empty and bewildered.I was so sad in my heart, but I couldn't hold back the tears.

At this point, anyone could easily kill him.

But he doesn't care.

Stopping in his tracks, he looked up at the silent night without a single star in the sky.Everywhere I looked, it was pitch black, and I couldn't tell the direction.

And what should he do?Where is his home now?

The place where he lived for 19 years, and the mother who accompanied him for 19 years, until today he knew that he was not her biological son.

Hahaha, how ridiculous and ironic this is.

For the past 19 years, what has he suffered and suffered?revenge?What do those so-called enemies have to do with him now?

He's just an orphan whose parents don't even know who he is.

Now that he has nothing to avenge, how should he live?

No matter how lonely and lonely he was before, he was never afraid of being alone.And now... except for the hatred, he is just a lonely ordinary person.

Even worse than ordinary people.

The seeds of hatred that had been propped up in his heart for 18 years suddenly disappeared, and Fu Hongxue felt that his world collapsed in an instant.

Ah... the roar was like a wounded beast, resounding in the desolate night sky like water.

Fu Hongxue felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out like a sharp arrow.

He knew that the illness that had plagued him for many years had reappeared.

Fu Hongxue felt his body convulsively, and more blood spit out from his mouth.In the past, he would definitely try his best to delay the arrival of this tortured moment.But now, he just wanted to make the pain harder and the torture come faster.

The moment he fell, there was only endless blackness in his eyes, like a huge net, endless sorrow and pain tightly entwined and surrounded him.In the past 19 years, I have suffered less than one-tenth of this time.

He slowly closed his eyes, a smile gradually bloomed on his pale face, twisted in pain, like despair and relief.

In the dark and cold night came the sound of light footsteps, accompanied by a barely audible sigh, quietly stopping beside the curled up person who fell on the dead leaves and melted into the black night.