(The second watch is coming...... Although it is more than twelve o'clock, the sleepy baby finally comes out...... ）

The rain was pouring down, and the forest was covered in heavy rain, and there was a solemn silence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The girl stood in the pouring rain, her soaked chestnut hair sticking to her neck.

The rain was dripping.

The pitch-black canopy swayed in the wind and rain, and the dark shadows of the trees spilled on the ground.

Half-long hair fell over his shoulders, and the man stood in the shadow of an ancient tree in the distance, his white wings hanging behind him.

Slowly raising his head, he stared at the black-haired boy on the forest who dissipated like a breeze, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked a cold arc:

"No wonder you don't kill me...... I really love the house and the black. The voice was low, cold and mocking.

The lightning is scorching, shuttling through the clouds!

In an instant, the crimson poppy blooming on his forehead.

Heavy rain fell all night.

Green vines hung with crystal raindrops, wet and hanging at the mouth of the cave, trembling and swaying in the wind and rain, dripping with rain.

The warm fire in the cave was blazing.

The boy lay on the edge of the rock wall, his blonde hair soaked by the rain, his pale cheeks stained with blood, and a few clear raindrops dripping.

The white skirt was soaked by the rain, and the corners of the skirt were tucked up and tied around the legs.

Holding a warm and soft towel, Qianling leaned down and carefully wiped the rain and blood from his cheeks.

His pale golden eyelashes hung low, his pale cheeks showed weakness, and he slept quietly, only when the warm towel touched his cheeks, as if disturbed, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Xiao Jiu lay next to him, glanced at the silent girl from time to time, and then at the quiet and sleeping blonde boy, yawned lazily, nested comfortably, and took a nap.

The rain was dripping.

There was silence in the cave, and the sound of flames fluttering was exceptionally clear.

The soft and warm towel wiped the blood on his cheeks little by little, Qianling stared at his face quietly, and slowly reached out and combed a few strands of soaked blonde hair from his cheeks behind his ears.

The towel was stained with a faint stain of blood, floating in the warm water on the side, and the blood gradually faded.

She looked at him in a daze, chestnut hair hanging down her cheeks, and a few small crystal clear raindrops dangling.

The flickering firelight, the vision is a little hazy......

Gradually, another familiar face emerged.

A little boy with silver hair and ice eyes, a teenager with black hair and red eyes......

He glared at her, his eyes wary and cold, and he stared at her with a sad and desolate look.

Heavy overlap.

But it is the same quiet and tranquil gaze, the same beautiful face.

Moon......

His lips twitched, and slowly, clearly, the name was pronounced.

Qianling looked at the person in front of her in a daze, and was suddenly stunned for a moment, as if coming back to her senses, a spirit raised her head, patted her face hard, and shook her head.

The blonde hair was scattered along the pale cheeks, and the boy slept quietly, breathing shallowly, and the drooping light golden eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the cheeks.

Qianling was still pinching her face and looking at him, her eyes a little glazed.

If you don't pay attention, you actually see the mirror as a ...... of Satsuki?

It's a strange feeling.

Probably because they obviously ...... It's not like that at all.

The mirror smiles, so gentle and bright that even the sunlight can melt......

That cold guy just puts on a stinky face all day long.

The flames are flickering and the shadows are flickering...... The hazy vision and empty mind suddenly uncontrollably appeared in the hazy starry night not long ago......

The sprinkled starlight, the swaying canopy of the sacred tree.

The boy carried her and glided down from the canyon, and her long black hair fluttered in the wind, strands of which gently brushed her cheeks, bringing a cool and comfortable touch......

She looked up in a daze, he looked down at her, his eyes were full of starlight like water, and the shallow curvature of his lips was as beautiful as blooming tanhua......

Bright as the moon.

Something in his chest suddenly shuddered slightly.

She sat there, her eyes glazed over, her eyes glazed over.

I thought of the forest under the rainstorm, and the boy stood there, with his black hair soaked by the rain, and his thin and thin figure.

He looked at her, his black hair was wet and clinging to his cheeks, and his eyes seemed to be drowned in the heavy rain, silent and noisy, and bitter and sad:

"You like him?"

His lips trembled slightly, and he slowly pursed his ...... The circles under his eyes are faintly red.

The heart twitched and jumped...... It has never been so painful.

She closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously, dissipating the fragments in her mind.

His throat was sour, and he muttered a name that he had pronounced countless times.

Satsuki, Satsuki......

Don't be sad, don't look at me like that, don't look at me like that.

I still want to hug that little, awkward you like to be like before, rub your hair and pinch your face when you're fine, pick you up and turn around when you're happy, follow you tirelessly when you're angry and sad, and wrap your face around until you're willing to take care of me......

But it's long gone.

It's okay for you like that, or I'm okay for that......

There's never going back.

She was in a daze, her cheeks faintly pale.

“…… Girl?" a low voice suddenly sounded, revealing a bit of weirdness.

Spirited Ghost lifted the vines hanging from the cave entrance, walked in from the heavy rain, and took out a pile of dead branches in his arms and placed them by the fire, while looking at her strangely.

Seeing her sitting there, she smiled silly for a while, and her eyes were red again...... It's really scary and worrying to watch.

Hearing his voice, Qianling paused, woke up like a dream, raised her head suddenly, looked at him, and slapped her face a few times with a "crackle".

Distracted again......?

She stared blankly at the blonde boy who was sleeping quietly in front of her, his pale and frail but still handsome face...... He pinched his face again.

Clearly......

It's the mirror in front of you.

She looked up and longed for so many years...... It's not easy to see a mirror.

The eyelashes flutter lightly and fall slowly.

She stared at his face, her eyes twinking...... Slowly stood up and walked towards the fire.

"Uncle, ...... next Can I ask you?"

Qianling stood by the fire, looking at him, her eyes revealing a little pleading.

Lie's ghost looked at her, and the hand that picked up the dead branch paused, and frowned a little unexpectedly:

"You're going back?"

She stood there, nodding slowly.

"Why?" Lieghost slowly glanced at the young man who was sleeping quietly by the rock wall, his eyes were a little complicated, "He...... You don't care?"

Qianling looked at him along the line of sight, her eyes trembled slightly, and she slowly shook her head:

"After all...... It is the territory of the Demon Clan, and the mirror has been seen by the people of the Demon Clan before, even if the Demon Clan has temporarily withdrawn its troops now, it is hard to guarantee that it will not be found again. The longer he stays here, the more dangerous it becomes......"

"And ......"

There was a pause in her voice, she slowly lowered her head, her voice was soft, and she murmured:

"It's better not to see me in the mirror......

The voice grew lower and lower, vaguely bitter.

I hope you go back to a safe place, I hope that I will always be the best in your heart, but I am afraid that one day you will see through who I am, afraid that you will ask me why I am here......

Lie Chongying looked at the gloom in her eyes and frowned: "Girl......"

Qianling snorted, raised her face to look at him, a smile appeared on her lips, and there was a faint bitterness in her paleness:

"Uncle, you don't care about this, anyway, wait for the mirror to wake up in a while...... Uncle persuaded him to go back for me. ”

"If he asks, say it's the uncle who saved him, don't mention me. ”

I am an angelic prisoner long since died on the execution table, a half-blood orc buried in the Bard.

Now I have no face, no identity, no more face to face you, and no way to explain why I am here.

snow clearing goggles,

Snow goggles.

If the meeting has only increased your troubles...... Let's leave it at that.