The icy edge of the sword had a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to envelop his entire heart, causing Lu Chen's body to suddenly freeze.
In the darkness, the two of them stood facing each other. The sharp and bright sword seemed to be the bridge between them. The ancient sword in her hand seemed to have weathered countless years of wind and rain, but it was still shining brightly at this moment. It reflected Su Qingjun's cold and beautiful face. Amidst the falling peach blossoms around her, it seemed like the most beautiful petal of the night.
The blood was still warm.
It slowly flowed out from the wound, sliding over the tip of the sword and then slowly dripping down.
The blood dyed his clothes red, but it could not warm up her sword.
The sword was like ice, stabbing into his chest.
He should have retreated, flipped, crouched on the ground, or flown up. He should have used hidden weapons, strange moves, risked his life, and gambled. In such a dangerous situation, this man should have had dozens of ways to adapt to the situation, to struggle, to counterattack, to fight for that last chance of survival. But for some reason, after Lu Chen's body froze, he still stopped in place.
His hand dropped and the black sword also moved away from Su Qingjun's throat.
Su Qingjun's bright and deep eyes quietly looked at him. Her hand was as steady as a boulder, her sword as bright as autumn water.
She looked at his chest, looked at the blood staining his clothes. Bit by bit, it slowly spread out.
He did not retreat to escape, and she did not continue forward.
The night was as cold as water. They just stood there silently, facing each other, looking at each other without saying a word …
This situation seemed a bit sad, but also a bit funny. It was like two children who had been good to each other, but after quarreling and getting angry, they still remembered how good the other was, but they still had to be angry and glare at each other.
Because there were some things that were still hard to forget.
…
"You killed my only brother." After an unknown amount of time, Su Qingjun finally spoke. Her voice was calm and unperturbed, but it seemed to echo in the night. It was unknown if she had said these words to herself countless times in the past few years.
Lu Chen remained silent, but he didn't appear to be timid or guilty. He didn't avoid her gaze, nor did he avoid her piercing gaze.
He looked at her and then nodded.
The blood on his chest slowly seeped out a bit more.
The corner of Su Qingjun's lips twitched like she was gritting her teeth. Her face seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, making it hard for people to see her heart under the ice.
She firmly looked at this man, looked at the blood on his chest, and asked word by word, "Why?"
"He deserved to die!" Lu Chen did not explain, nor did he say too many words. He only used these three words to answer her.
Su Qingjun fell silent. After a while, she spoke again, "Because of Yi Xin?"
"Yes." Lu Chen said, "For Yi Xin."
…
The two of them fell silent again. After a while, Su Qingjun's gaze fell on Lu Chen's right hand. That hand was still holding a black blade. Not long ago, it had been placed on her white and tender neck. In the dark night, it seemed to have restrained all of its light.
"Why did you put away your sword just now?" she asked him.
Lu Chen smiled and said in a low voice, "I have already killed many people who have been good to me. I don't want you to be one more."
Su Qingjun stared at this man's eyes, as if she wanted to see through his heart, through the dark flames in his black pupils, as if she wanted to see all of his secrets.
After a moment, she took a step back. The cold blade slowly left his chest and was pulled out from between the flesh and blood.
Blood suddenly sprayed out, but fortunately, there was not too much blood. It was probably because the sword was sharp that the wound caused was small. Lu Chen reached out to cover the wound on his chest and silently treated it. Not long after, the wound stopped bleeding. He raised his head to look at Su Qingjun.
Su Qingjun had sheathed her sword at some point and walked to the blossoming peach tree. She stared blankly at the beautiful peach blossoms. They were as beautiful as gems in the night sky, exuding exuberant vitality.
"It is rare to see such beautiful peach blossoms on the mountains of Kunlun." At this moment, she had her back to Lu Chen. Not long ago, they had fought to the death, and she had even stabbed her sword into his chest.
Lu Chen slowly walked over, glanced at her, and then stood beside her under the peach tree.
The night wind blew, and the peach blossoms slightly trembled, swayed, and a few petals fell.
"The flowers are in full bloom, and they will probably wither in a few days," he said.
Su Qingjun stretched out her hand and caught a falling petal. It was small, soft, and pink, and fell into her white and delicate palm. It was like the most beautiful words in spring, like her face when she was happy.
She sighed softly and let go of her palm, letting the petal drift away with the wind.
"As for Yi Xin's funeral, her family has already prepared for her. She was buried in the ancestral land in a lively and grand manner," she said faintly. She said faintly. She paused in the middle as if she was a little hesitant, but in the end, she still continued and said, "I wanted to go and pay my respects to her, but her parents refused, so I could only pay my respects in the direction of her grave at the edge of the cliff outside the cave."
Lu Chen shook his head and said, "It's none of your business. You don't have to do this."
Su Qingjun smiled a little sadly and said, "When she was alive, she used to call me elder sister, and I used to think of her as a younger sister. In these years, I often think of her in the dead of night, and then I can't sleep. "
"What about you?" She looked at Lu Chen, stared into his eyes, and asked, "In these years, you have been a fugitive, and the four seas are your home. In the end, have you ever thought of an old friend and couldn't sleep?"
"No." Lu Chen met her gaze and said calmly, "I have a clear conscience, and I sleep well. I occasionally think of Yi Xin, but I don't think of her often. "
Su Qingjun's face suddenly paled. She turned around with a whoosh and stared at Lu Chen, shouting, "That's right, you're a real man. You're truly a straightforward person. You kill people and then run off to the ends of the earth, but have you ever thought about me? Do you know how I lived these years? "
"How many people looked at me with strange eyes? Even my parents treated me coldly, and saw me as an enemy. Every time I went home, it was like entering an ice house. Every night, I would think of that night, my younger brother who died in front of me, and the scene of you killing him! "
"Every night, I would wake up from my dream."
"I just want to ask you, that night, why didn't you just kill me as well?"
She angrily and sorrowfully asked Lu Chen in a loud voice.
Lu Chen was silent. After a while, he said, "At that time, I liked you."
Su Qingjun's body suddenly stopped, and the entire courtyard became quiet at that moment.
The night wind blew, and peach blossoms fell, bringing with them a wisp of fragrance, landing on their shoulders and hair.
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