Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

(Recommended BGM "Light Dust" - by Tang Hanxiao)

Overwhelming red.

It came like a wave.

He floated up and down in a sea of ​​bright red blood, and finally woke up suddenly from his dream.

revenge.

Over the past ten years, these two words have been deeply imprinted in his heart and become his only obsession in this world.

He sat up and opened the window curtain.

The dazzling sunlight cast in, and the palace people behind them were complaining endlessly. Today, Concubine Rong went to find His Majesty again.

The long and thick eyelashes drooped down, wiping away the slightly lost look, he spread out a soft blue silk and combed it quietly.

Soon.

Soon it will all be over. he thinks.

The enemy country invaded, and the empress drove her to go on a personal expedition.

Everything is going according to his plan.

She seemed to be wary of him.

He searched for a long time before he found the map of the military plane in an extremely hidden place.

He copied a copy.

It was given to Jun Wuxue.

This might be the worst decision he made in his life.

In front of him, one is a blood feud, and the other is a lifelong love.

He didn't know how to choose.

He couldn't give up revenge to live his own life.

But killing her with his own hands, he couldn't do it either.

So he thought.

So be it.

His mother was the first female general in Daxia.

Then use this battlefield to sacrifice her soul.

But when he saw the back of Jun Wuyue leading the troops away.

He regretted it.

He knew it was the way to go.

He also knew that blood revenge had to be avenged.

His horse chased after him.

In a short time, he thought a lot.

But in the end, he laughed.

Before, I lived for revenge.

But at this moment, it is for himself.

The blood debt of dozens of mouths in the Ye family was on him, and he couldn't let her live.

But he was willing to die with her.

Unhappy life.

What is the fear of death.

He thought that if they fell from such a high cliff, they would surely die.

Maybe it was a new life that fate gave him.

He was still alive.

She was also very nice by her side.

At that moment, the joy seemed to overflow from his chest. He looked at the bright sunshine and smiled brightly.

The old grudges are over, he thought.

Newborn, live for yourself.

Cherish her well and treat her well...

Of course.

Paper can never contain fire.

The thing he was most afraid of happened.

She got it.

Do not.

It should be said, she already knew.

It was stormy that night.

He was walking in the pouring rain, letting the rain wet his clothes and the coolness seeping into his heart.

She said she hated it the most.

is betrayal.

She will never forgive him again.

He knows, he knows it all.

But there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Hope she can give him another chance one day.

That's why he fell into Rong Lin's trap so easily.

He looked at the large bloodstains under him and the broken tendons, tears finally overflowing from his eyes.

Not because of the pain of the wound.

It's because it hurts.

She really won't forgive him.

All his thoughts are gone.

Desperately begging for death, but not even begging for death.

He knew she was here.

At the ugliest, most shameful, most embarrassing time in his life.

He recognized her from the first sentence she spoke.

But he only dared to hold tightly the robe she had thrown away, pretending he didn't know anything.

He had no face to see her.

Don't dare to see her.

He thought countless times that when they saw each other, it was in a rain of flowers.

She held an ivory folding fan and smiled.

And he was still that spotless, orchid, jade-tree young man, standing with his violin in his arms, stroking a melody for her.

May I be like the star and the moon.

Bright nights and nights.

--over--