Pick up a monster and carry it home

Chapter 412 Escape from the happiness in front of me 2
But it's useless for him to worry about these things, the protagonist has to leave by himself.

He walked over and patted Shen Shuyao on the shoulder, "Sister Se, let's go."

Shen Shuyao glanced at him listlessly: "Oh..."

Then he glanced at the palace again, turned around and walked towards the city gate.

Lian Zhen looked at her thin back and raised her voice: "Sister Se, in fact, you should believe my Seventeenth Uncle. Other people's words are not trustworthy, only what he said is true. How he treats you, you should be more honest. Everyone knows."

Shen Shuyao stopped in her footsteps;
She didn't turn around to look at Lian Zhen, but just glanced at the white clouds.

At that time, white clouds and reeds, flowing clouds and blue sky;
Still holding the hairpin he gave him in his hand, his words have not gone far in his ears.

"It's not that I don't trust him, I just don't trust myself."

I don't believe I have enough courage to love such a perfect person;

I don't have the confidence to love him;

I feel inferior;
Yue Heng, will you wait for me?

When passing by Zhangtai Lane;
Shen Shuyao stopped by the side of the road and took a look into the alley.

It's still red, willows and green, just because it's daytime, there are a lot less singing and swallows!

Shen Shuyao hesitated;
At the end of the alley there was a man she was sorry for waiting for her.

He once said to her: I will wait for your return...

But now she dare not see her, and she doesn't know what to say when she sees her;

Apart from guilt, she couldn't give him any guarantee.

She never thought of being involved with Ye Weiqiang;

It's God's will to trick people;

That jar of wine is the knife on Sezi's head;

Without warning, cut off abruptly;
It broke her heart that she had no scruples in the first place.

The knife was too fast, so fast that she didn't have time to feel the pain, and she had to face how to deal with the bloody wound.

Shen Shuyao didn't go into the alley after all, and the slanting shadow on the ground moved slowly.

She disappeared into the crowd, and Zhangtai Lane was still quiet.

There is a silhouette behind the osmanthus tree at the entrance of the alley;
Red like the drop of blood cinnabar on the heart, steady and dazzling in the sun!
It was the last scent of roses in September.

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(End of this chapter)