The morning light is clear and blurry, and the gloom and haze in the groves are gone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Warm sunlight pours down from the swaying and fluttering leaves of the orange trees, sprinkling sparkling spots of light.

The canopy of the trees swayed and fluttered, and the tall and lush trees cast dappled shadows against the sun.

The long aqua blue hair is bathed in clear sunlight and has a soft sheen. Li Sang lay among the dense and hidden grass, his snow-white dress stained with mottled blood.

The abdomen was high, and the dark red blood continued to flow out from under itself, and the blood spread, staining the withered blades of grass around it.

The little fox that Li Xiaoguo turned into curled up beside her, also dying.

The smell of blood was faintly in the air.

The morning light was hazy, and the black robes were quietly lifted by the morning breeze.

The young man stood in the small forest in the faint morning light, looking at the dying man and fox in the grass in front of him, his dark red eyes thoughtful.

The two men in black who followed the boy quickly took a few steps forward to the edge of the grass, leaned down to probe the snort of the girl and the little fox.

"Lord Lanyue, they are still breathing. The two turned to look at the boy behind them.

He nodded expressionlessly.

"The subordinate retired first. ”

Respectfully saluting the young man, the two men in black leaned down and hugged the dying girl and the little fox, and their wings spread out into the air.

A quiet grove of light spots and shadows.

In the early morning, the sun was hazy and clear, and the young man stood quietly among the fallen leaves flying in the sky, his handsome figure bathed in the hazy morning light, smudged with a soft golden red luster.

There was a faint movement in his arms.

He lowered his head and looked at the sleeping girl in his arms.

The chestnut hair was soft and spread around the neck, and the gray cheeks were faintly stained with a few mottled bloodstains, and the pale was full of exhaustion.

Breathing lightly and evenly, Qianling shrank slightly into his arms, and leaned comfortably against his chest and rubbed gently, looking like he was sleeping soundly.

Reaching out and gently brushing a few strands of chestnut hair from the girl's cheeks behind her ears, the young man's clear and crystal dark red eyes stared quietly at her sleeping face, and there was a touch of nostalgia in the gentleness.

She hadn't changed at all, even the restlessness when she slept, it was exactly the same as he remembered.

......

......

Chaotic dreams.

Golden meteors fall from the dark sky like brilliant fireworks, scorching and dazzling.

Maroon hair flutters quietly, and silver bells jingle quietly at the wrists.

Qianling sat on top of the velvet green field, leisurely humming a small tune.

Looking up at the scorching night sky, a beautiful golden meteor was slowly falling towards her with its long tail of brilliance.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she reached out to the sky to catch the shining golden meteor.

Bright and bright little stars flickered in the palm of his hand, like a small golden flame.

It was warm and reassuring, making you want to get closer.

Holding the beating warmth of her palm, she slowly leaned over her face and rubbed it gently.

Familiar temperature, familiar breath.

Such a small, warm and lovely, gentle and quiet ......

Just like who she remembers.

Qianling slowly closed her eyes, holding the bright and warm golden star in her arms, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips.

By the way, she remembered......

This breath, this smell......

Moon......

It's Satsuki.

......

......

The sound of rain was pouring in my ears, and the air was faintly filled with the moist smell of grass and earth.

The chill invaded her body from all corners, and Qianling trembled slightly, curling up in a ball.

The softness that enveloped the body gradually became warmer, as if someone had gently tucked the bedding tightly.

It was as if the fog gradually dissipated, and the eyes gradually cleared up a little, and the feeling of exhaustion dissipated a lot, but the head was still a little tired and groggy.

As her consciousness gradually cleared up, Qianling slowly opened her eyes, her amber eyes turned, and a little light gradually condensed in the misty chaos.

The slender white hand gently probed her forehead, and the movement was very light, as if it was afraid of disturbing her.

A warm temperature came from his forehead.

She blinked a little dazedly, and slowly looked along the fair, beautiful hand.

The light is a little dark.

Her black hair fell softly over her shoulders, and the boy beside the bed gently probed her forehead, her eyelashes drooping, as if thinking about something, and didn't notice that she had woken up.

The sleepiness dissipated, Qianling was stunned, staring blankly at the face she was extremely familiar with, and her voice was low revealing a trace of uncertainty:

“...... Satsuki?"

Lan Yue sat on the edge of the bed, carefully reaching out to probe the temperature of her forehead, and suddenly heard her voice, and the whole person was slightly stunned.

The line of sight is opposite.

He looked at her, his hand sluggish, slowly withdrawing it. It's just that in the depths of the clear and crystal red eyes, it trembles slightly imperceptibly.

It was as if the dusty door had been suddenly pushed open, and a familiar and nostalgic feeling greeted us.

For a moment, it seemed to be back to a few months ago, by the window where the pale blue hyacinth was swaying, she smiled countless times and rushed over to rub his hair, pinched his face, rubbed him around, and muttered "Xiaoyue" to him.

Originally, I thought that I hated such a contemptuous title.

But now, after a few months, when he heard the name in her mouth again, he missed it so much that he was so nervous and happy that even his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

His hand clenched slowly, he looked at the familiar amber eyes a little nervously, and opened his mouth slightly to say something, but he stopped talking.

There's a lot to say and a lot to explain...... Now I can't say a word.

Qianling stared deeply at his face, her eyes were gentle and soft, as if the ice had melted away, revealing a little nostalgia-

But when it touched his dark red eyes and the pair of slender black wings behind him, a chill swept through.

Slowly looking away, she lowered her eyelids and stopped looking at him.

"Drink some water. "The voice is very soft.

He looked at her parched lips and took a glass of warm water from the bedside.

Leaned down to help her up, but she looked at him in a little panic, shook her head again and again, and seemed to shrink into the quilt to escape.

His hand stiffened slightly, and he slowly put the water glass back in its place. There was a faint gloom in his eyes, and he sat on the edge of the bed and stopped talking.

Qianling curled up in the quilt and slowly buried her head in the pillow weakly.

This time it was Satsuki who saved her, and she at least ...... I should have said thank you to him.

But......

Pulling the quilt over and covering her head all over, she bit her lip hard and slowly closed her eyes.

Didn't want to see him......

I don't want to see those dark red eyes, dark membranous wings.

It seems that as long as she doesn't see him, Xiaoyue will always be the gentle and kind appearance in her memory, the small, delicate and cute little angel, the child she likes and loves deeply.

And she can continue to lie to herself, saying that he has never changed, has never killed anyone, never lied to her, never used her......

Now there is no way to avoid it.

He just stood there, his black robe flying, his red pupils bewitching, and his membranous wings slender.

Without words, without touching, it easily shattered the illusion she was desperately trying to maintain.