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In the dead of night, the moonlight illuminated the entire forest. Occasionally, there would be the whining of owls from the owls in the forest. The wooden house was in the forest, and it was quiet and elegant by the pool.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew across the roof. Yan Wenqing, who was lying on the bed, cleverly discovered that something was wrong. Feeling uneasy, he quickly got up, got dressed, and ran out of the room.

Yan Wenqing, who felt uneasy, looked at the forest around the wooden house through the bright moonlight. Suddenly, a black shadow jumped onto another tree from a tree. Yan Wenqing quickly discovered that it was a figure. The figure seemed to have attracted Yan Wenqing's attention on purpose, and was attracting his gaze. Very quickly, the figure jumped down from the treetops, and ran towards the depths of the forest. Yan Wenqing, who had noticed the black figure, also quickly followed the black figure into the depths of the forest.

Very quickly, the black shadow stopped beside a large tree and slowly turned around. Yan Wenqing, who had stopped in her tracks, could clearly see the silver mask reflecting off the black shadow under the dim moonlight.

It was her.

Yan Wenqing immediately felt his whole body brimming with excitement and fear.

For the past few days, the silver mask and the beautiful and frightening face under it had been constantly on his mind. Thinking of the knife that had stabbed into his body, thinking of his own blood dripping from that ice-cold blade ?

"Yinzi." Yan Wenqing called out without any consciousness. He looked at that ice-cold mask through the hazy moonlight.

"Why do you call me a son?" The voice from under the cold mask floated in the night sky.

"You are the son of a prince." Yan Wenqing slowly approached the woman in the darkness.

The woman slowly retreated, and the two of them maintained a distance that they could not get closer to.

"Who are you?" The woman said.

"I'm your brother, Yukiko. I'm your brother." Yan Wenqing was finally unable to control his emotions. He took a few large steps forward, but he did not approach the woman who had already stopped.

"Brother?" The woman felt that it was increasingly strange and unbelievable. When her knife stabbed into his body, he didn't avoid it. The way he looked at her really made people's hearts ache. "On what basis are you my big brother?"

"I'm your brother, Yukiko." He was afraid that she would disappear right in front of his eyes again. He was afraid that if he didn't return to his side, he wouldn't be able to return to his grandmother's side, "Ying, I'm your brother, I'm Yan Wenqing."

Yan Wenqing? Yan Wenqing? This name almost made the woman unable to believe that this was reality and not a dream. "Yan Wenying, Yan Wenqing, why does this man's words seem so unreal to me?" Yan Wenqing? "What's your sister's name?"

"Yan Wenying, you are Yan Wenying." Yan Wenying had almost forgotten every word that she had said. Because he only wanted to see her in front of him and not leave. His eyes remained glazed beneath the silver mask in the moonlight.

"Yan Wenying?" Yan Wenying could not believe that the man in front of her had only met once. The man who stabbed her in the chest had called out a name that was almost unknown to her. This name was so unfamiliar to her, yet he called out such a heartbreaking name. "Is it really her sister?" "Then what makes you think I'm Yan Wenying?"

"The birthmark, the birthmark on your elbow." Yan Wenqing blurted out. That red birthmark was deeply engraved in his heart, and it was even more painful than the tip of a blade.

Hearing Yan Wenying's words, Yan Wenying became even more confused. She couldn't believe that the person in front of her knew so much. Looking at the man who was staring at her, she could feel his sadness even under the dim moonlight in the forest.

The woman disappeared before the man's eyes once more, disappearing into the darkness. Yan Wenqing did not pursue because he knew that he would not be able to catch her, but would she come back?

The darkness all around him enveloped the sad man, and in the darkness he stood alone, motionless, the night wind blowing against his cold clothes.

A ray of morning light pierced through the darkness and the cold night.

After what happened last night, Yan Wenqing kept tossing and turning in his bed. In fact, he only went in to sleep when it was almost daybreak, and stayed outside all night, looking at the bright and lonely moon in the sky, until it disappeared into the horizon, listening to the water in the pool, the gurgling water flowing, he didn't dare to tell his grandma about this, he was afraid that grandma would worry, his granddaughter was clearly by his side, but he didn't recognize her. Ever since that night, Yan Wenqing told grandma that she saw the memory of her baby in the hands of the woman who was trying to snatch their secret manual, grandma did not know how many tears flowed.

Yan Wenqing laid on the bed and watched the morning light come in through the window. He could suddenly see her face on the mosquito net. It was so beautiful that she was smiling at him. Her eyes began to glaze over, glazed over every strand of yarn.

Suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door, followed by anxious and panicked shouts, "Brother Wen Qing, Brother Wen Qing."

Yan Wenqing hurriedly got up in response to the voice. Xiao Lan looked at him with fear in her eyes, then turned around and said, "She's here."

When Yan Wenqing hurried out of the room, she was standing outside with a silver mask and a pair of cold sabers in her hands. Grandmother stood off to the side, looking at the uninvited guest with a dazed expression.

The woman slowly lifted her right hand to remove the silver grey mask. A handsome face, in the light of dawn, appeared exceptionally beautiful. The woman looked at the man standing at the door without any hostility, yet very amiable. She looked at the panicked old man, and at the beautiful young lady.

The mask in her hand fell to the ground, and the woman slowly rolled up the left sleeve.

It revealed a red birthmark about the size of a copper coin.

When the old man saw the familiar red birthmark, his tears uncontrollably rolled down his wrinkled eyes and filled his kind and aged face.

Yan Wenqing also slowly rolled up his left sleeve, revealing a red copper coin size.

When the woman saw the birthmark on Yan Wenqing's left elbow, tears uncontrollably rolled down her beautiful white cheeks. The same birthmark.

"Ying'er." The old man's hands were trembling. "It's Ying'er."

The girl looked at the old man whose face was covered in tears, and looked at the old man whose lips were trembling, and her body slightly trembled. The old man slowly walked to the woman's side. "Ying'er." The old man's hand trembled as he approached the girl's arm, the arm that revealed the red birthmark.