Yue Yue was lying in Xiao Bai's arms. The wound on her wrist was still bleeding. She raised her hands with great effort. Xiao Bai felt the warmth of those hands. She grabbed it and put her ear to Yui Yue's mouth. Her strength was no longer enough to say a complete sentence. "Xiao Bai, you asked me, I tell you I love you." Under the expectant eyes of September, she said in a hoarse voice, "No, you have to be good in the future." Let go of September and ride the evil wind straight to the sky. September, you have to be well. September just lies on the ground, with helpless and empty eyes. The blood keeps flowing, keeps flowing...