The moonlight is hazy at dusk, and fireflies shuttle among the leaves of the sacred trees.

Overlapping figures sprinkled in front of the window lattice.

The boy with black hair reached his waist, holding the girl in his arms and standing at the head of the bed. The breeze lifted her hair, and the black robe on the girl's body rose in the wind.

The branches of the Shenmu run through the roof, like a coiling dragon coiled on the ground and at the head of the bed, and the body of the tree rises with hazy points of light.

Qianling curled up wrapped in the black robe, and hugged him tightly with her hands around her neck.

The slender and slightly cool hand always caressed the chestnut hair, and Lan Yue leaned down and put the koala in her arms on the bed.

She trembled and shrank back into his arms in fright, holding on to her hand and refusing to let go, trembling so hard that she couldn't stop.

"Little ...... Moon...... I—I don't want to be ...... alone."

The hoarse voice seemed to be filled with blood.

Lan Yue hugged her tighter into her arms, sat down on the edge of the bed, and hugged the trembling girl to her lap.

On a warm summer night, she was as cold as if she had been fished out of ice water.

With her hair scattered against her cheeks, Qianling wrapped herself in the black robe and drilled into his arms, as if instinctively thirsting for warmth.

"Satsuki...... I don't have wings anymore......"

The subtle voice is too mute to pronounce clearly.

"I'll never go back to Ellens...... The orc patriarchs can't tolerate me, and the elders here want to kill me...... If one day, even Satsuki won't be left......"

"I'm going to die a terrible death, right?"

She curled up in his arms and muttered to herself, looking out the window at the fireflies.

"No, it won't. ”

Cool fingers caressed her hair, and the voice with the magnetic voice of a teenager was cold and beautiful, very close to the top of her head.

"With me alive for a day, no one dares to touch you. ”

Qianling leaned her head on his shoulder, her eyes empty and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Long.

Cool fingers caress the upper cheeks.

Qianling raised her head and looked at the peerless face of the young man in the moonlight.

Lan Yue's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she closed her eyes and slowly lowered her head.

A cool kiss fell on her eyebrows, like a stopped butterfly, fluttering its thin wings and standing still in time.

Breathing is also still.

Suddenly, a strange throbbing came from the depths of his soul, and a little scarlet color spread from the place where the boy kissed—

Bloom a demonic blood-red manzhu sawa.

"Xiaoyue......" The eyebrows burned as if a fire had been buried, and Qianling's eyes widened, staring blankly at his beautiful white neck.

The slightly cool and soft kiss lasted for about 5 seconds.

Lan Yue opened her eyes, and the blood precipitated in her eyes faded slightly.

"What is this......" Qianling touched her eyebrows, and the residual heat did not dissipate.

"Imprint. ”

"Brand ......?"

"A brand, a mark, a mark. He stared at her, "We usually use it on prey. ”

"With my imprint on you, I will be the first to know about any danger you encounter. ”

Qianling looked at him, her eyes soured again: "Xiaoyue ......"

He hugged her tighter with both hands, and Qianling sat on his lap wrapped in the black robe, and obediently reached out to hug his neck.

"Ling, from now on, ......"

The slender hand stroked down the hair, resting on the back and covering it gently.

At that time the moonlight flowed like water at the head of the bed, merging the embracing figures, and she heard him say:

"I am your wings. ”

Qianling choked out a suppressed voice in her throat, and her vision couldn't help but blur.

All along, Satsuki has been like a haven for her.

She probably never dreamed that the little boy she had picked up from Galandelle would become the last support in her life.

"Sleep. ”

Fingers caressing his chestnut hair, he carried her to the pillow and pulled her over the corners of the quilt.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you away. ”

Qianling took his hand and held it, like clutching a life-saving straw: "Where are you going?"

"Safe place. ”

"Satsuki...... I want to follow you. ”

"I'm in a dangerous place. ”

She shook her head, her eyes staring at him in the moonlight, clear to the bottom: "Xiao Yue's side is the safest place." ”

He sat down on the edge of the bed and squeezed her hand: "Okay." ”

Qianling laughed contentedly, holding his hand tightly and closing her eyes.

Satsuki, no matter who you once liked, no matter what happened three hundred years ago, what kind of person broke your heart......

In the future, Clover and I will always be with you and protect you.

The clenched palm came from his temperature, a faint warmth, but like the winter sun, it warmed to his heart.

Early morning.

The study is hidden in the shadows of the sparse trees, and the plain white mandala lanterns sway in the morning breeze.

"Nonsense!"

The sound of collision came, and Longya and Qingtong at the door looked into the house at the same time, and glanced at each other, not daring to come out.

Lan Yue slammed into the bookshelf, and the piles of books behind her fell and fell into a mess.

He looked at the person in front of him, and his cold expression was still flat.

"Do you want to die?" the slender pale hand grabbed the hem of his clothes, Lan Feng's scarlet eyes locked on him, and pressed him more vigorously against the bookshelf, "Do you want to die? You actually branded her at this juncture! You are crazy...... Brother, you're crazy for that woman!"

Lan Yue looked at his hand holding his shirt and did not resist:

Qian Shu found out, this is the only way. ”

"It's not the only way, I can kill that scourge and kill it. ”

The young man's cold eyes were filled with arrogance: "You don't dare." ”

Lan Feng looked straight at him, as if he had seen through his soul and looked into some distant era.

Long.

"Good ......," the pale finger let go, "I don't care about you." ”

He turned and walked a few steps, then stopped:

"You'll regret it. ”

Lan Yue casually straightened the crumpled placket of her clothes, and the slender black wings behind her spread out and dissipated in the wind.

The study fell silent, and wisps of incense fluttered in the air.

Lan Feng turned his head and looked at the bead curtain swaying in the doorway.

The candle flame flickered, and sadness gradually added to his eyes.

The early autumn wind blows through the plains, and the forests are dyed with brilliant colors. Months of fighting have cast a shadow over Galandelle's once-clear skies, and the once rich and beautiful landscape has suddenly become lifeless.

Qianling stood on the top of the mountain, her cotton maid skirt fluttering in the wind, and the long skirt corner embroidered with an inconspicuous four-leaf clover totem.

It's been three months since I left Forgotten to come to Galandelle.

Three months is not too long, not too short. The fairyland where she used to roam around alone has become a hell devoured by war, filled with gunsmoke and corpses.

"Xiaoling. ”

Qianling turned around, and the demonic youth in the guard's costume in the distance was waving to her.

"Sister Xiaoling, are you going to open a small stove for Lord Moon again?" the demon boy with a pouty face squatted on the edge of the cauldron and looked at him, "Can I taste it?"

"Are you dreaming?" The tall demon girl walked over, slapped the young man's head, smiled and winked, "This is specially made by Xiaoling for Lord Luna, what do you eat?"

The young man pursed his mouth, and his eyes were complaining: "I can't do a mouthful, Sister Xiaoling will be eccentric." ”

Qianling picked up the hot tomato scrambled eggs in the pot and looked at him with a smile: "It's not a good thing, if you want to eat tomorrow's meal, just change it to tomato scrambled eggs." ”

"Don't eat a big pot of rice with them, I also want to eat Sister Xiaoling's small stove. The boy came up and looked at her pitifully.

"Not today. Qianling held the tray and blinked, "This is Satsuki's." ”

Behind him, there was the sound of the young man's complaining, and the laughter of others, and Qianling hurriedly ran away.