"Mo Li, will you leave me?"
"Never"
"What about... An'er?"
"Never!"
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"You lied..."
"You said... Never..."
The night wind passed through the corridor, and the candlelight flickered. Xu Moli looked at Jing An's hand holding the corner of his clothes, and his childish eyes reflected uneasiness.
"An'er," he said softly and wiped the candy stains from the corner of the young man's mouth, "I will never break my promise."
Jing An shook his head. The bandage on his head was dazzlingly white under the candlelight: "But yesterday... You looked so fierce when you were talking to those people."
Xu Moli's heart tightened. There was an undercurrent in the court, and he could not say a word about the intelligence that assassins had infiltrated the capital. She could only hold the young man in her arms and smell the faint scent of sweet cakes in his hair.
"That's for outsiders," he whispered. "For you, never."
Jing An suddenly smiled, as innocent as ever: "Then pull the hook!"
... That was a thing of the past
The blood stains the white snow, and a bright flower blooms in the snow. The promise is still warm, but fate has raised its sharp blade. The person who said "never" is building the last wall for him with his back.
"Mo... Li...?"
"Well..."
"Tomorrow... Can we still eat osmanthus candy?"
"Can..."
Xu Moli's voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh.
The second half of the sentence that he failed to say, failed to agree to... Dissipated in the sudden bloody smell - it is always too far, so far that some people have no time to wait until tomorrow
Xu Moli (attack)
Jing'an (accepted)
Purpose: We must do what we promised
