Facing those blue eyes that were exactly like her own, Mrs. Fergus also shed tears.
She looks so sad—
Like a withered flower that is almost at the end of its year.
"... My own daughter has changed, how could I as a mother not know? But I'm too slow to be too happy... When you met Rodney's pig in the hallway, you said, you don't mind my past At that time... I was crazy with joy... I clearly know that my Belia can't forgive me for having such a mother..." She wiped her face, "I obviously have many opportunities, but I don't want to believe it."
"How could it be? How could the seeds of darkness be planted in my lovely Belle?... how she disappeared... oh, but the dog... and the basil leaves..."
Mrs. Fergus covered her face, "Berry hates dogs... Oh, the way you look at it is so gentle, it's not right, it's not right... I can't lie to myself..."
"So that's when you decided on today's dinner?"
"Yes, dinner... basil, Belle threw up the first time she ate this soup, saying it was 'cheesy taste'... So, no dogs are allowed in the Fergus house, and there will never be basil... It will not appear on any nobleman's table... I said it was the court, but you didn't respond at all... "
"So..." the girl looked at her, "I have so many flaws."
"Yes, I can't lie to myself any more!" Mrs. Fergus looked at her bitterly. "You're just a monster! A monster!"
The word "monster" kept echoing in the small room.
Liu Yu stood upright, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.
The blue blood still remained on Mrs. Fergus's face, and she opened her mouth wide to roar at her—
Even the sadness seems so absurd.
Liu Yu thought.
"Mother," she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was no tear in them, "You are right... I saw the color of the sky and smelled the wind."
"But I'd rather be blind."
The girl's tears fell.
Spreading Yubai's palm, a gold-plated flask suddenly appeared in her palm, and the bottle cap was a blooming, exquisite rose flower.
"It's a little early, but I think you don't want to see me tomorrow..." She tried to smile at her, "Unfortunately, I'm not your daughter, so this birthday present will be given to you in advance—"
"Get out! Who cares about your gift!"
Mrs. Fergus waved.
"Snapped-"
The perfume bottle fell to the ground and rolled forward. The cap hit the corner of the wall and the cap popped open.
An orange-yellow liquid flowed out, and a faint bitter rose smell lingered in the room.
Bitter flavors should not be used for the pursuit of high quality.
It was really bitter.
Liu Yu thought.
"Then, I'm leaving."
She nodded politely to her, the fluttering skirt paused when she walked out the door, and then disappeared impatiently.
"spot!"
The rapid cry of the gray spotted finch was abrupt and frightening in the dark night.
Mrs. Fergus stared blankly, and the god disappeared.
The girl also disappeared.
Everything is like a dream.
But she seemed to see the girl with clear blue eyes smiling shyly at her and saying:
"Mother, I will take care of you from now on!"
She often looks at her with envious and cautious eyes, and when she sees her, she smiles sweetly:
"Mother!"
"Mother."
Mrs. Fergus bent down to pick up the gold-plated perfume bottle on the ground. The light fragrance was so charming. She suddenly knelt down and covered her face:
"Belia..."
A black cat came up with light steps, glanced at her, walked over suddenly, and rubbed her with its soft body.
In the dark, hoarse sobs sound like broken, sawn wood.
The piano is singing:
Hey my baby is missing.
She came back with a strange look.
I hate her strangeness,
But I also love her cuteness.
I could neither love her nor kill her.
So, I decided to drop her...
I decided to lose my baby.
Hey.
My baby is gone.
Low cries linger in the sky.
——
Liu Yu walked on the deserted street.
Only the city-state guards with swords were coming and going, they couldn't see her, and the man beside her was walking quietly beside her in the night.
The gray spotted finch falls far behind.
"Belia."
"Snapped-"
A crisp slap.
He was hit on the side of the head.
Liu Yu turned around and looked at the well-timed, familiar yet unfamiliar man:
"Why aren't you dead?"
Her expression was so cold, like ice buried thousands of miles underground.
But the trembling body was so weak.
It made her look even more strangely attractive than before.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you."
The visitor nodded politely, and his long black hair swayed over the black robe, making that jade-white face even colder and more beautiful.
A handful of faint blue moonlight shone on him.
"You did it, right?" The girl clenched her fists, "...that dog, and the basil leaves..."
"Oh? Why me."
He used rhetorical questions, but his tone was so calm.
"I hate you!"
But the girl seemed to agree, and slapped her again, but her wrist was grabbed.
"Belia, you need evidence to catch a thief."
He smiled at her, that smile was so beautiful, so pure—
As if any doubts fell on him, it shouldn't be.
"Evidence, no need." The girl's trembling body did not hinder her blue silk net from tying him up. "It's fine if you die."
The man's pure green eyes are like mysterious mist in the dark night.
"But you know," he looked at her with pity, "sooner or later...she will know everything, don't lie to yourself."
She was stung by his eyes:
"So what? I don't need you to decide my life! Even if there is only one more day, one more day... I will be happy one day..."
"Belia, tell me what your real name is."
But he brought up another topic.
"Snapped-"
She slapped him again.
The man didn't seem to mind at all, he held her chin up:
"real name."
"listen."
"You, go, die." The girl smiled cruelly at him, "You, go, die."
"You really hate me."
The blue silk screen was getting tighter and tighter, but he didn't seem to notice it. He grabbed her and pinned her to the wall, pinched her chin, looked into her eyes seriously, and suddenly smiled:
"Hate me? That's fine."
After speaking, he kissed her down, kissing passionately and passionately.
Under the moonlight, that cold face seemed to be deeply in love and lust, with an arrogant and cold tone.