My face is healed. It must have been cured by Hua Yang. I think of that pale face again and again, but I can't see his face clearly. I should remember it deeply, but I can't think of it in detail.
That night he called someone's name while moving on the soft couch. Although his voice was soft, I could still hear it clearly. It was two words: Yin Yi——
I slowly curled up back into the quilt, which was soft and fragrant. The clear tears soaked the silk fabric of the quilt before rolling down my cheeks. The two words in my heart still reached the corner of my mouth: Zi Fei——
I couldn't bring myself to kill Hua Yang that day, and maybe what I saw was not him, but my own reflection, so I missed the perfect opportunity. He is still alive, Zi Fei can't defeat him.
Maybe one day, I will meet him again. I don't know if he will still be that person in his heart at that time, and I don't know if my heart will still be occupied by Zi Fei.
——I have no way of knowing.
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