The sky was cloudy and it was raining lightly.

Gray-black clouds, floating in the sky, ups and downs, ups and downs. When the shadows were cast on the green hills, there were successive cold rains, leaking through the cracks in the clouds.

The forest is swaying, the fallen leaves are swirling, and the beast is like a moss under the vast skylight, like an ancient myth that stands still.

She came up from the mountain road, plain and white, alone.

The wind is bleak, the rain is bleak, and the fallen leaves are fluttering.

The young man stood alone under the fallen leaves in the sky, the wind carried the rain, blowing his long hair like ink, and the moon-white robe was dyed with light ink and blue......

Like a beautiful ink painting in the wind and rain.

And he slowly turned his face sideways, just as the wind was blowing the long black hair on the side of his cheeks, and the crimson eyes under the thin and slender eyelashes were filled with mist......

It is like a little gorgeous cinnabar in the painting, which burns into the viewer's heart.

Far away.

She stood among the bleak leaves, her empty eyes reflecting the rain and his appearance.

The falling rain carried a chill, drenching his hair and dress. Staggering footsteps, slowly, slowly, stopping...... Stop it.

Like a ship that has weathered the storm and finally arrived at its harbor.

The wind rose, like ripples, and the boy dispersed with the wind from the rain and mist.

The slender white fingers slowly caressed the cheeks, a slightly cool touch, so familiar.

He was right in front of her, his low-hanging eyelashes dipped in raindrops, his thin lips pursed slightly, and his eyes filled with mist.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her empty eyes looked at his face, her gaze caressed every inch of the familiar eyebrows little by little, and finally looked into the deep eyes, blooming red, clear and vertical almond-shaped pupils, long eyelashes and shallow shadows......

Suddenly she burst into tears, and the tears burst out of the embankment, and became a sea of rain in a moment.

I wanted to smile and say hello, and quipped, "Xiaoyue, why do you have such an expression?"

But he cried so much that it collapsed, like a floodgate loosening, and the accumulated torrent erupted in an instant.

Pulled into one embrace by a pair of hands, the rain is cut off, the world is cut off, and only the familiar warmth lingers around the body.

It's her familiar embrace, her familiar body temperature, her familiar taste.

Once he was so small, so small, so small that she was afraid of falling, holding for fear of knocking, and holding for fear of melting.

Now that little body is so vast that it can hold up a sunny day and shield her from the wind and rain.

His fingers trembled, and he clasped the placket of his moon-white shirt little by little, clenching it into his palm.

Qianling cried hoarsely in his arms, throwing away his armor and removing all the strength of disguise.

The rain was dripping.

A pair of black membranous wings slowly opened, covering the top of the girl's head, shielding the icy rain.

He never said a word, but used his arms and wings to protect her from his heart, shielding her from all the cold rain and cold outside, and letting her whimper and cry like a kitten in his arms.

After a long time, the mournful cry became quieter.

Qianling's wet head was buried in his warm arms, sobbing and choking out a few fragmentary sentences.

"I ...... With Xiaoruo...... Said something very excessive...... I chased her away...... Clearly...... I myself was thrown away by my mother...... If you are small...... It's sad ......."

"I'm a bastard...... I'm a jerk......"

Her slender fingers always caressed her fluffy hair, like a kitten.

His usually cold voice was so warm in the rain, like an orange lamp, lit up in the darkness, illuminating the way home:

"You still have me. ”

Qianling's nose was sour, tears fell down, and she began to choke again, and her wet face buried more and more in his arms, refusing to look up.

In the middle of the night, a slightly cool hand gently lifted her wet cheeks, she sobbed and wanted to struggle but did not break away, so she reluctantly raised her face and looked at him with a pair of teary eyes.

"Don't cry, flower cat. With a slight coolness in her slender fingers, she gently wiped away the tears from her face.

Qianling sobbed and let him wipe her face, and a few more tears slipped down his fingertips:

"Who...... Who cried...... I—I didn't cry......"

"Okay, no crying. I read it wrong. ”

"You just didn't cry...... Qianling was so aggrieved that she burst into tears, "When you say goodbye to Xiaoguo...... I didn't cry, I said goodbye to brown sugar...... I didn't cry, and Xiao Ruo ...... I didn't cry! I held it so well, it's all your fault...... It's all your fault...... woo woo"

I'm obviously very strong, obviously all my tears have been swallowed, and it doesn't matter if I live a wandering life alone......

Why, the moment I saw you, all the armor fell apart and collapsed.

Lan Yue looked at the guy who was crying again, reached out and hugged her tightly, wrapped her whole body into her arms, and coaxed her softly.

Qianling's wet face rubbed in his arms, tears and snot rubbed against him, he was tired of crying for a long time, and he made a sullen voice in his warm arms:

"Speaking of which...... How did you...... Are you still here? You're not...... Are you going to forget your life......?"

"Waiting for you. ”

She sobbed and blinked her wet eyelashes, "Wait for me...... What are you ...... doing?"

Slightly cool fingers held up her cheeks, and this time she obediently cooperated to raise her face, and her amber eyes washed by tears looked at him, which was crystal clear.

"Ling. ”

"Huh......?"

He stared at her, his long eyelashes casting a clear shadow under his eyes, and her appearance was clearly reflected in his beautiful and magnificent red eyes:

"Come home with me. ”

Qianling's eyes turned red, and her eyes were slowly covered with a layer of mist, and she was shaky:

"I don't have a home...... Where am I...... And a ......."

His heart ached, and he gently hugged her tightly, his chin pressed against the soft chestnut hair on his forehead, and his voice was shady:

"Yes...... How could there be. As long as I live in this world, I will definitely lose you a home. ”

Qianling's nose was sour, and her tears broke the embankment again.

"The treehouse has been vacant in the forest, and after I returned to the Demon Clan, I restored it to your original appearance as much as possible according to my memory, although there are still different places......"

"Most of the small items you collected before, I found them, and they were all in boxes. I'll go with you to find the other ones again, find them all back, and hang them back to where they were...... Okay?"

Qianling choked up, and tears fell down in big drops:

"But...... I'm going to find Xiao Yu...... Xiao Yu is still waiting for me...... I don't even know if he's still alive......"

Lan Yue slowly lowered her eyelashes, her fingers wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and her voice was as soft as a sigh: "How do you want to find it?"

"Do you go directly to Irondale, or do you stay in Galandelle to inquire?How do you get to Ellens? How do you live alone in Galandelle?If you are found by the angelic guards before you find him, and you are arrested and executed again, how will you respond?"

"I ......"

Qianling looked at him in a daze, as if she had never thought about these cruel and practical questions, and there were tears on her tearful cheeks:

"I ...... I know that I can't even fly on Ellen Ess as I am now...... However, since Xiao Yu is a member of the Ehren-Este Army, he will be sent out on a mission one day......"

"I'll wait in Galandelle, waiting for him to come. One day, I'll be able to see him. ”