It turns out that Mei Twelve is Xiaying.

Xia Ying took off her hood, lowered her sleeves, and retracted them into her cloak.

He did not tie his hair today, his long hair fell down, and the scholarly aura of the medical officer dissipated, but his outline still looked dignified and serious.

Feng Yan looked at him and suddenly realized that no one had recognized him for a long time... It was understandable.

Who would associate Mr. Mei, who was saving the world with the unforgivable spirit-sacrificing man Xia Ying?

Feng Yan's eyes finally fell on his left arm, and the wound seemed to be a new addition.

——Has Wei Xingzhen or someone else been here and fought with Xiaying?

Xia Ying noticed Feng Yan's gaze and lowered her eyes and smiled.

"...Are you looking at my wound?"

He slowly approached and once again stretched out his burned left arm from under his cloak.

The two of them were not far apart, and Feng Yan saw it more clearly than before. The shape of the wound was indeed a human fingerprint, as if someone had put his burning palm on Xia Ying's arm.

"This is left by Mrs. Lin's servant a few days ago in Changchun Garden." Xia Ying said softly.

Feng Yan's expression was condensed on her face.

She suddenly remembered that the day Lin's servant wanted to pull Mei Shier aside and talk, so she reached out and held his arm - but it should have been through the clothes at that time.

Even so, are there still scars left?

Feng Yan whispered, "...you don't want others to touch you...is this the reason..."

"Yes." Xiaying nodded, "If the dirty man's hand falls on me, I will suffer the burning pain - essentially the same as if you cannot stay in a crowded place for a long time."

Feng Yan frowned slightly. She opened her mouth several times to say something, but she had no idea.

She looked at Xia Ying and her breathing slowly became rapid.

Xiaying stretched out two fingers and gently pressed her back against Feng Yan's forehead, as if she wanted to see if the high fever she had subsided after the attack last night.

Everything that happened last night jumped from his heart like an electric shock, and Feng Yan instinctively wanted to dodge—

But this time Xia Ying's hand just fell on her forehead normally.

The moment he touched, the cold touch of Xia Ying's fingers came, and Feng Yan finally felt the direct and passionate emotions on this person-

The joy and pleasure, like a roar of rage, surged and fell under cautious restraint.

"It looks like the fever has subsided..."

As Xia Ying took back her hand, Feng Yan felt that the person in front of her looked calm and fluctuating again.

No wonder she could hardly notice Xia Ying's emotional changes before, and the only few ups and downs were like clouds and mists across the mountains and seas.

She originally thought that Mr. Mei was probably indifferent and not affected by the outside world.

...It turns out that it is necessary to feel it when you touch it.

Xiaying also looked down at his safe fingers - this feeling was really wonderful, he was almost forgetting the feeling of touching others.

The human touch is actually different from the transformed demon.

Xiaying looked at Feng Yan's hand, and how would it feel if she was held, hugged, touched by such hands...

"You and I are the same kind as Feng Yan." Xiaying murmured.

Feng Yan laughed.

Not far away, a dim golden light shone into the room from the west window. She lay on her back on the bed, her eyes flew past the light and shadow not far away.

Feng Yan's voice was as breathtaking as a spring, "Where is this...?"

Xia Ying replied, "District of Dusk."

Feng Yan obviously didn't understand, but Xiaying was not busy explaining.

Whenever he looked at Feng Yan's eyes, he couldn't help but want to touch her pale cheeks again. Although Feng Yan's eyes did not have the gentleness of the past to Mei Shier, Xia Ying still felt happy.

Feng Yan was weak and weak at this moment, but there was no fear or panic in her eyes.

Even in such a clear situation of strength and weakness, she didn't seem to feel that she was at a disadvantage.

People who remain calm can talk - it is precisely this that has prevented all previous efforts from being in vain.

Otherwise Xiaying probably wouldn't know what to do.

After taking off Mei Shier's mask, what other means can he calm others' panic?

He sat silently for a while, "If you have the strength now, I have a lot of things to talk to you. If you drag on it, Wei Xingzhen will find this place."

“…He knows I’m here?”

"He has a way to know." Xiaying replied.

Feng Yan reluctantly held up his right hand and tried to get up and sit down.

Xia Ying looked at her, "Be careful of the wound."

I didn't feel anything when I was lying down before. After exerting a little force, Feng Yan felt a tearing pain coming from her right arm.

She lowered her head and saw bandages wrapped around her arms.

Xiaying whispered, "I took some of your blood... I didn't plan to hurt you, but Feng Wan's capture has not been smooth, so..."

Blood removal...

Feng Yan realized something was wrong in her heart.

She looked up and said, "What do you want to... talk about."

"Tell me who I am, who you are, who Wei Xingzhen is." Xiaying stood up and stood up, "Time is limited, so wherever we talk, we should just be there."

...

...

Xiaying put a cup of hot tea on Feng Yan's hand, but Feng Yan never touched it.

While Xia Ying was preparing tea, Feng Yan lay on her back alone, staring at the window with her eyes leisurely.

The sun outside the window has never set in the west, and Feng Yan has never seen such a long dusk.

Soon, Xia Ying sat down near him with a cup.

He whispered, "I learned about your past from Longshe. The entanglements of the two lives are indeed touching. But why did Wei Xingzhen come from Youdu Mountain to Middle Earth and stay by your side with painstaking efforts... Have you never been curious?"

Feng Yan frowned slightly.

In fact, the night before yesterday, under the divine tree of Daizong Mountain, she had just asked Wei Xingzhen the same question-

"How did Xingzhen notice me at that time?"

"...just a coincidence."

Was it a coincidence in the beginning?

How did Xingzhen answer at that time...

Feng Yan recalled the situation the day before yesterday.

She had already had a little strength, her eyes became quieter than before, and her voice was no longer intermittent.

"What do you want to say, say it."

"I know you and Wei Xingzhen are full of each other now, but the beginning of this story is indeed not as beautiful as you imagined." Xia Ying whispered, "especially some observations of Long Tong have aggravated some of the wrong impressions. It seems that Wei Xingzhen has no intention of telling you the truth...

"I think this is not fair to you."

Feng Yan was unmoved, "Is that right?"

"From before your birth, Wei Xingzhen had already known about your existence on the stone carvings of Youdu Mountain.

"He traveled thousands of miles and traveled a long distance, and appeared on Mount Daizong when you were twelve years old - this was not a touching coincidence...but it was planned for a long time."

Feng Yan frowned slightly, "Planned...?"

Xia Ying silently stretched out her hand and touched her fingertips with Feng Yan so that Feng Yan could tell whether she was lying.
Chapter completed!