"Ling Yue, don't leave, okay?"
"No, what's the use of coming to look for me now that you already have what you want in your heart!"
The woman holding the white paper umbrella broke away from his hand.
The remaining warmth in his hand deeply burned Qianye's heart. Am I really wrong?
The woman in white had already walked away, and no other woman was willing to smile for him.
Two years ago.
"Aren't you afraid of me? The blood flowing in my hands can dye the water of Nianyue River red." Qianye put down the blood-stained sword in his hand and grabbed the woman's white and slender hand.
"Young master, there is no need to kill Ling Yue. Ling Yue is just a prostitute. Playing the piano in this romantic place will not hinder the young master in the slightest!" Ling Yue began to continue playing the piano in this building that had already scared away everyone's peace.
"You are a woman who is really not afraid of death. I can't tell you what your name is, but you talk to me like this." Qianye didn't understand why he had killed countless people, but even a woman was not afraid of him.
"Don't be afraid of death. I came here to tune the piano, and I have suffered countless rumors. Death is just the most pleasant way. The young master and I are the same kind of people. Our lives have been occupied by helplessness, so why talk about fame!" Ling Yue said calmly, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and a strand of long hair slipped from her shoulders.
"What's your name?" Qianye felt that this woman was an extraordinary person, and her temperament was like that of an immortal. Since she could see through the mundane world so well, she could reveal his heart in just a few words.
"The water is licking the moon, and the spring is licking in the middle of the night. Whether you raise it or lower it, you can see the bright moon!" Ling Yue lowered her head to play the piano...
"There are not many choices in the world!"