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Little by little, the warmth spreads and spreads, gradually blending into the limbs.

The heart is enveloped in a familiar warmth, so soft, so bright, and so nostalgic......

It's like a world away.

The long silky hair is swept up by the flowing breeze, and the slender strands of hair glow with a soft luster, like a waterfall hanging down to the waist, quietly brushing lightly.

The long eyelashes hung low, and Lan Yue slowly closed her eyes. Feeling the familiar warmth in his arms, the slightly hot face gently rubbing his cheeks, the hands tightly hugging his neck.

A shallow smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, as bright as the most transparent winter sunshine in the cold winter of snow.

He lowered his head and gently hugged the guy in his arms who was holding him like a koala, and warmth and attachment flowed from the bottom of his heart.

I remember that in the past, in Eren Is, she always appeared out of nowhere, came to him with a smile, pinched his cheeks, rubbed his hair, and talked excitedly about the new things she had encountered today.

At first, he resisted, dismissed, and even got bored.

Noisy and verbose, chattering endlessly, not like an angel, but like a sparrow. What she said had nothing to do with him, he didn't care, and he didn't want to hear it.

But no matter how many rolls of his eyes he threw away, she seemed to be unaware, not angry, and still smiling with a sunny face, and those clear amber eyes seemed to clearly write "I don't know like children".

One day, two days,

From the flourishing of spring red to the separation of summer flowers......

Morning and twilight.

Like a frog boiled in warm water, he was like a stubborn stone that was consumed and melted by her day by day, and he was surprised to feel the change in himself, but he was powerless to stop it.

He slowly began to listen to what she said, his expression was still indifferent, but his eyes were a little more thoughtful.

Her expression seemed a little more amused than what she had said.

How can anyone have so many expressions on their faces, and without repetition.

excited, joyful, stunned, disdainful, indignant, curious......

There is everything, all kinds of strange and strange, and there are all kinds of weird grimaces in between.

He looked at her changing expression as she spoke, and gradually frowned slightly, a little dizzy.

She is very verbose, she has to take care of everything, she forces him to eat eggs in the morning, forces him to drink milk at night, always likes to put some inexplicable things like rabbit ears on his head, and then she is very to come over and hug him.

Sometimes it's too much and anxious, and he will get angry at her, saying something heavy in the hope that she will stay away from him knowingly, but she is often slightly stunned, and then cheekily comes over, smiling lightly and indifferently.

She always likes to sleep with the quilt in her arms at night, and sometimes, or "often", she will hold him in her arms as a quilt.

At that time, he always quietly watched her sleeping face, bathed in the bright starlight, close at hand, and reached for her nose and poked her face mischievously.

Sometimes he would silently think, if one day she knew who he was, and could sleep so peacefully, and dare to do whatever she wanted to him so recklessly?

Habits are the most terrible thing, like poison that goes deep into the bone marrow.

When that day finally came inescapably, when he was finally forced to say goodbye, when she finally knew who he was......

It's over.

Like a warm and colorful dream, rendering the color of the rainbow, it has gone through a long road of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple...... Then it came to an end, and it was finally shattered.

The past is close at hand, and the palms of each other's clasped hands are so warm;

Now that the world is at hand, there is only coldness and alienation left in the eyes that were once the most familiar.

He often stood alone on the branch of the supreme sacred tree, quietly staring in a certain direction above the sky and sea of clouds, thinking back to what she was doing at this time in the past.

Thinking about it, his lips unconsciously revealed a shallow arc, but the next second it gradually dissipated, leaving no trace.

The beating heart in the chest cavity seemed to be whispering someone's name...... But so desperate and so sad.

He understood something, but it was too late.

There will never be anyone in this world who will ramble and force him to drink milk, take his hand with a smile on his face and tell him those interesting things, and run over to hug him from afar excitedly calling his name......

The once most familiar figure has long since disappeared little by little, turning into a small dot in the memory, which can no longer be touched.

The breeze blows, and the black hair on the forehead quietly rises, bathed in a warm and soft luster.

Lan Yue stood quietly in the glade with swaying spots of light and shadows of trees, lowering her head and gently hugging the confused, half-awake girl in her arms, with a touch of affection and sadness in her eyes.

The chestnut hair was slightly curled on the side of the red fluttering cheeks, Qianling hugged his neck in a daze, gently pressed against his slightly cool cheeks, squinted slightly very comfortably, with a smile on his lips, and his mouth vaguely seemed to whisper something.

The voice in his ear was low, muttering and repeating, but he heard it clearly.

That's "Satsuki".

He closed his eyes and gently pressed against her slightly hot cheek, listening to her bewildered pronunciation of his name, over and over again, so familiar, as before.

But the bottom of my heart gradually spread a barren sourness.

At least in dreams,

I'm still the "little moon" in your heart.

The breeze is flowing, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the exquisite and gorgeous lanterns of various colors are hanging high in the air, swaying gently in the wind, and the lights are scorching.

A group of black-clothed demon guards stood in the vast forest glade, looking black and oppressive.

A pair of red pupils widened curiously, full of gossip and excitement, and kept looking at the black-haired and black-robed young man not far away, and the low voice of discussion was endless.

"Look at it, hug ......"

"Oh, it's still face to face...... Isn't it time to kiss next?"

"That orc girl is so bold, she bites someone, and she even eats Lord Lanyue's tofu......"

"This is big news, I can guarantee that before tomorrow, the clan will explode......"

"But I think Lord Lanyue seems to be quite willing, and seems to be quite enjoyable...... I'm afraid it's not that simple...... There's an insider, there's definitely an insider!"

Lan Feng stood quietly among the crowd, looking at the two people who were hugging each other tightly from a distance, raised his eyebrows slightly, and gradually showed a smile in his eyes.

Brother

You are a blessing in disguise.