The black wings stretched, the soft feathers flew up, and the girl turned her head and flew downward, the crack of time behind her slowly closed, never so unhesitating.

I am willing to bear any consequences.

At that time, the sky was full of sparks, illuminating the dark and hot world......

The trembling little fingers finally lost their strength, and the boy's long frost-white hair flew up like a bird with broken wings......

The scarlet eyes burned like flames, and the black fingers and claws reached out towards him, like a call from death and hell, and there was no escape......

Suddenly, he was stunned, his eyes widened as he fell, looking at the figure from far and near in the bright sky, and the hollow and dim silver pupils suddenly diffused with clear light......

Slowly towards her, he stretched out his hand......

Against the falling sparks, the masked girl fell from the sky, her wings rolled up and set off a strong wind, her arms wrapped around the boy and she took her arms, the pitch-black cloak fluttered, and slowly landed down.

The silver filaments flew, he looked at her blankly, the eyes of the ice and snow were trembling, and a smile slowly bloomed on his little dirty face......

The eyebrows and eyes are crooked, like something that has been long-awaited suddenly seen, a bright smile from the bottom of the heart.

Qianling was stunned, looking at the pure and bright smile on his face that he had never seen before, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

Until the beautiful silver hair rose in front of his eyes, he pounced on her and hugged her neck tightly, his soft and small body was still a little trembling, and the body that was close to her was full of dependence and trust......

Moved and sour at the same time on the tip of his nose, Qianling hugged him tightly, comforting and caressing his soft and beautiful silver hair.

Raising her eyes again, a pitch-black branded totem emerged from behind her, and the scarlet eyes behind the mask were thick and bright, and the invisible and treacherous deterrent power clenched the air......

The adult demons were scolding at the prey of being robbed, looking at the bloody eyes and the ominous four-leaf clover brand in the air......

Don't delay for a second, turn around and run!

Qianling pursed her lips lightly, the blood in her eyes faded a little, she slowly lowered her head and hugged the boy tighter:

"It's all right...... Month, don't be afraid. In the future, I will not leave you alone. ”

His little hand was still firmly held, and he slowly raised his little face, and his clear silver eyes were dazed:

“…… Month?"

Qianling paused. Oops, she shouldn't have known his name......

He kept looking at her, his eyes flashing with some emotion, and he slowly withdrew his hand for a long time. Perhaps by illusion, he looked a little depressed:

"You're wrong...... I'm not. ”

"Huh?" it was Qianling's turn to be surprised, "No, isn't it the name?"

Could it be that there was another name a month ago?!

He was silent for a while, and then whispered:

"I don't have a name. ”

She froze.

In the distance, the heat was steaming, the sparks crashed, the flames soared, and the heavens and the earth were red.

The boy's low-hanging silver eyelashes were dyed and beautiful. Until a hand touched his face, his pupils trembled, and he slowly raised his eyes, and the frost-white pupils reflected hers.

"Yes. ”

Fireworks are flying, and the world is noisy and quiet.

After the girl's pure white festival mask, her red eyes were peaceful and gentle:

"You have a name. Month, that's your name. ”

It was the gentlest light in the night, dispelling loneliness and fear.

In my years of displacement......

It is you who shine on me.

His eyes were slowly widening, and his long silver hair was undulating in the hot wind, like a bright moon about to rise in the sea of fire, lighting up the sky.

"Well, the moon ......"

Her eyes were smiling, her arms gently wrapped around him, and her words were soft:

"Please advise me in the future. ”

On the top of the mountain in the distance, the butterflies moved in a shallow light, watching the girl walking towards the tree house with the boy in her arms, and the back of not looking back, stubborn and unrepentant.

Do you give up the future and live with the people of the past and the time of the past......

Its light slowly extinguished, dissolving into the sparks that flew in the sky.

Very brave to try.

I just want ...... You don't regret it.

There is no day or night in hell, and there are no four seasons. There is only the night that never goes out, the sparks that fall, the flames that burn the mountains, and the rivers of molten that never die.

Qianling counted the days. From falling into the gap in time, to the banks of the molten river three hundred years ago, and meeting the young moon......

It's almost three months.

The days of living together in a treehouse are hard and happy. Reminds her of the time she spent with him in Ellen Is.

Butterfly once asked her why she wanted to make a treehouse.

She thought that it was probably the moon that gave her the tree house, so ...... I want to give him a small gift too.

Walking on the banks of the molten lava, she would occasionally look up at the sky and sparks, thinking of another person three hundred years from now.

The moon of that plane......

What are you doing now?

Probably with the mirror, I have already woken up from the secret realm...... She's been here for almost three months, will he ......

Worried?

Just as she was thinking, a clear silver color rose in front of her eyes, and a small figure pounced on her and plunged into her arms, her small hands firmly around her neck, giggling happily.

Qianling broke off the mask that was crooked by him, and funnily hugged the rampaging little guy tightly, pinching his soft little face.

After three months of getting along, he has gone from being vigilant and defensive at the beginning to fully opening up now......

It was really hard for her to imagine that three hundred years ago, when she was a child, she would be such a cute and clingy child.

He liked to sleep in her arms, just like he used to cower in a rock crevice, probably too insecure. He also liked the spice packets she brought, although the seasoning packets had long since been eaten, and every time before eating barbecue, he always had to look at her with clear expectant eyes, as if expecting her to conjure up a packet.

"I want to see your face. ”

When the little palm touched her mask, the boy's silver pupils were staring at her through the hole of the mask, and his immature voice was soft and creamy, a sound that would melt her as soon as he opened his mouth.

It's not the first time he's offered to see her face.

Qianling looked at the little guy with an expectant look in her arms, a little difficult.

This...... How do you fool the past?

"Just take a look. Seeing her hesitation, his silver eyelashes drooped, his small hands clutched the hem of her clothes, and his words added a hint of pleading.

The little hand gently clasped the lower edge of the mask and slowly lifted it upwards......

Showing the girl's chin, and ...... Lip shape.

He watched, suddenly there was an inexplicable nervousness, his eyes were bright, and he continued to lift the mask upward......

"No, I can't. ”

The next second, her hand was caught, and she lifted half of the mask and closed it again.

"Moon ......"

Qianling looked at his depressed appearance, crying and laughing:

"I ...... I'm ugly, so let's stop watching it......"

He pursed his lips lightly, his silver eyes were clear and transparent, and his small hands gently stroked her mask, as if touching her cheeks from there:

“…… I don't care. ”

It's you.

What does it look like...... It doesn't matter.

As long as it's you.

Qianling was stunned, the emotion flowing in his eyes was very familiar.

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