The morning light is blurred, like warm and soft golden feathers slowly falling from the pale blue sky. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info stained with the slender and thick branches of ancient trees, the green leaves that tremble in the wind, and the plain white flowers blooming everywhere......

and the long black hair of a teenager as deep as ink.

The morning breeze is shallow, and the soft hair is gently brushed with the wind, quietly blending a soft and hazy light.

The long and dense eyelashes are filled with the hazy morning light, as if they were transparent.

He stared at the girl in front of him, a faint golden morning light flowing quietly in his eyes. The magnificent dark red eyes are like blood-colored pearls in the sun, crystal clear and radiant.

Light chestnut hair fell down her shoulders, and a few bits of golden sunlight danced.

Qianling looked up at the young man in front of him, the warmth flowing in his clear dark red eyes, and the shadow of himself that was clearly visible in his eyes......

Suddenly I lost my mind.

The hand that was clutching his sleeve robe paused slightly, and slowly let go.

She lowered her head, avoiding the warm gaze.

Maybe it's because the sun is too dazzling, and my head is a little drowsy;

Maybe the shadow of himself reflected in those dark red eyes was too clear;

Or maybe it was the surprise and annoyance to see him treat his body so casually......

An inexplicable restlessness lingers in the bottom of my heart, wandering around, entwining and struggling, like insects and ants.

Suddenly, the hand was gently grasped.

The warm temperature is little by little, as if it is integrated into the bottom of the heart through the palm of the hand.

The original uneasiness and discomfort seemed to quietly dissolve a little when it touched the warm temperature of the familiar palm.

Very comfortable, reassuring and familiar.

Qianling lowered her head, her fingertips trembled slightly, but she only paused, did not struggle, and no longer refused.

The long hair is like ink, scattered on the chest and waist with the wind, quietly brushing.

I felt that the hand that was gently held in the palm of my hand was only slightly stiff, and I no longer struggled to resist......

A strange and familiar joy and joy quietly gushed out from the bottom of my heart like clear spring water.

Gently clenching the palm of his hand, he looked at the girl in front of him with her head down, and a shallow smile gradually appeared on her lips.

Feeling the gentle warmth coming from the gently touching palm, Qianling slowly raised her head, but it happened to meet the quiet gaze.

The black hair hung down on his chest, blowing lightly in the wind, and the young man's fair and handsome side face was filled in the hazy sunlight, as if transparent.

He stared at her, his eyes gentle and soft, as if melted by the honey-colored sunlight.

Pure and ethereal, soft and tranquil...... Like a white epiphany that blooms silently in the dark night.

A little cold, a little lonely, a little captivating, a little thrilling.

Qianling looked at the shallow curvature of the young man's lips in front of her, and suddenly lost her mind a little in a trance.

If there is a bloom in this world that blooms in the sun, it will probably be like this, right......?

The familiar warmth flows little by little in the palm of your hand.

Originally......

You'll laugh too.

The breeze lingers, bringing a deep scent of grass leaves. The deep ancient forest is silent, and the flying white dandelions are like small fluttering umbrellas rising in the wind......

The sunlight is as light as a golden tulle, quietly draped over the shoulders.

The dull robes fluttered in the breeze, and the white velvet fur dotted the hem of the clean skirt, blending the warm light.

In the forest clearing sprinkled with bright lights and shadows, two figures stand opposite each other. The hands clasped with each other are filled in the golden sunlight, hazy and soft, as if they are one.

The breeze rises, and the shadows of the trees tremble.

Like a dark cloud, a few dark shadows swept over the forest.

Several old men in dark robes stretched their wings and slowly descended from the forest, their dark robes fluttering in the wind, and the slender black membrane wings behind them silently retracted.

The long hair was as deep as ink, scattered over the shoulders in the wind.

Lan Yue watched the old men suddenly descend from the forest, paused slightly, as if she had just remembered something, and frowned slightly.

Qianling looked at those old men who were dressed in noble clothes and were not ordinary members of the Demon Clan at first glance, and her eyes widened with some confusion and curiosity.

Her hand was suddenly clenched gently, and she looked up at the black-haired boy in front of her in surprise:

"Satsuki ......?"

Lan Yue quietly looked at the old men who were gradually approaching, and then slowly looked at the girl who was looking up at him in front of her, paused, slowly let go of her hand, and turned around and walked towards the old men.

The warm temperature suddenly dissipated, and the palms were empty.

Qianling was slightly stunned, looked at his back, and stood there without moving.

"Lan Yue, what's going on?"

The old man in a dark gray robe stood quietly not far away, and slowly walked towards the black-haired and black-robed young man, with a little doubt and worry in his eyes.

"There was a little bit of an accident. He looked at the old man in front of him, and his voice was faint.

"I haven't seen your reset signal, and I thought something was going on here. The old man looked at him and nodded, as if relieved, "Now it seems that I should be overly worried." ”

The air trembled slightly, quietly spreading a circle of transparent ripples.

The robe is lightly flicked, and the silver-white mandala is delicate and gorgeous, glowing with a faint silver light.

Lan Feng appeared from the ripples, and a short dark purple hair dyed with a pale gold of the sun, fluttering on the cheeks with the wind, reflected the brilliant black camellia stud earrings in the left ear.

"Brother. ”

He walked towards the black-haired and black-robed young man, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were a little worried:

"Are you alright? Did you have something to do with ......the experiment?"

His gaze suddenly touched the girl who was standing there quietly not far behind him, Lan Feng was stunned for a moment, and frowned slightly:

“…… Qianling, how did she ......?"

The voice paused, Lan Feng stared at her, as if he suddenly understood something, his face changed slightly, and his eyes gradually became a little strange. There is a bit of clarity in the eccentricity, and a little helplessness.

Lan Yue looked at him and nodded.

"What's going on with that little girl over there?"

Several old men who walked towards Lan Yue and Lan Feng one after another seemed to have spotted the girl who was standing there alone not far away, looking a little silly.

I felt a series of eyes staring at me, with a little surprise, a little doubt, and a little curiosity, like a group of people watching a boar sneaking into the fence.

Qianling was a little numb when she saw it, so she had to look down at her toes, avoiding the pair of scarlet eyes that lit up like fire-colored lanterns.

"Lan Yue, isn't it just this little girl who stirred up the experiment and made you forget all of us old men to the edge of the sky?"

The old man in the gray robe stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the girl who was not far away and couldn't stop looking at his toes with interest, and then looked at the black-haired and black-robed young man in front of him, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips:

"That's a rarity. ”

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked at the old man in front of him, his voice still flat:

"It was just an accident. ”