"No...... Don't ......"

The wind was surging, the white robe was flying, and the palm raised by the young man was full of golden light, lighting up the clouds......

"Stop, stop, ......"

Qingxuejing's pupils were trembling, her cheeks were fading and the blood was terrifyingly white, and she almost screamed bitterly-

"Stop—"

The clouds shattered, the golden waterfall poured down from the heavens and the earth, and the hot temperature melted the girl's white wings in an instant—

She looked at the blonde boy, at the face that he had been thinking about day and night, and the feathers that had burned all around her disappeared into the sky like dandelions......

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he finally closed his eyes slowly......

Falling into the air.

"Xiaoling—"

A heart-rending shout came from the side, and Qing Xuejing reached out desperately to grab her, watching her fingers penetrate the corners of the girl's clothes......

Cannot be touched.

The wind and clouds change, the things in the foreground change, the sun rises and the moon sets, and time passes quickly at the fingertips......

The girl with broken wings started everything from scratch, stumbling between the mountains and rivers of Galandelle. Her chestnut hair was tied into two round buns, pinned into the small flowers, put on the costume of the orc race, and walked into the hillside where the lily of the valley flowers bloomed with the snow-white fox in her arms, singing softly in the drizzle......

Then in the drizzle and the song of the lily of the valley, the young man in white who went out to practice strayed into the hillside and met the girl unexpectedly.

"I used to ...... Have I seen you?"

She stared at him for a long time, smiled and shook her head:

“…… No. ”

The flood of time overwhelms everything, and finally it can no longer be touched.

The young man sank in the chaotic world, his hair flew up, tears fell and shattered in his wide-open eyes, and he was choked with tears streaming down his face in a trance.

"Mirror...... Mirror!"

Until there was a call in the chaotic consciousness, one after another, far away in the sky and close at hand......

His pale golden eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes and cheeks were moist, and his face was full of tears.

"...... Mirror, are you alright?"

In front of him is a turbulent void, chaos like the beginning of heaven and earth, and thunder and lightning like silver snakes through the sea of clouds.

His fingers tentatively touched the tear stains on his cheeks, and the voice in his ears was cautious:

“…… Why are you crying?"

Within reach, the girl's familiar silhouette went from blurry to clear......

Finally become the love of this life.

Suddenly pulled into an embrace, Qianling was stunned, the soft blonde hair was blowing in front of his eyes, and the arms hugging his body were so hard and so trembling and fearful, he was trembling all over, and the hoarse choking sound in his ears was sandwiched with broken crying.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry, Xiaoling is sorry...... I didn't mean to...... I didn't mean to......"

"Forgive me, okay...... You forgive me......"

Hot tears fell on his neck, and the temperature of his arms was so strange......

Qianling's pupils trembled, and a trace of panic flashed, and she began to struggle hard:

"Mirror...... Don't you do that...... You let go of ...... first"

The back of her head was clasped and pulled forward, her lips blocked by a soft warmth. The blonde hair was blowing in front of his eyes, and the clear eyes under the young man's moist and quivering eyelashes were close at hand, where the suppressed and painful emotions were immense......

Her eyes widened, and her apricot nucleated pupils constricted to the limit.

Syllable!

A loud slap was slapped in the boy's face.

He froze, his short golden hair falling to his cheeks, lined with the clear palm prints there.

Qianling broke free and stumbled back a few steps, the hand that slapped the young man was trembling, and his legs fell limply and sat down, panting and looking at him in disbelief.

In the turbulent chaos of time and space, the fireworks of thunder and lightning exploded in the distance.

“…… Do you hate me?"

After a long time, he slowly raised his head, the clear palm prints on his cheeks formed red marks, two lines of clear tears slipped down his eyes, and the smile on his lips made people's hearts crush:

"You've always ...... Hate me, don't you? In that case...... Why did you help me when you're in the Silverwind Valley?"

"When I was at the ruins of the mountain god...... Why did you risk your life to save me?"

Qianling looked at his dejected appearance, and before he could catch his breath, his hand clenched tightly:

"I don't hate you......"

You were my best longing, the first heartbeat, accompanied me through the loneliest years......

Kagami, I'm grateful to you.

"That...... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you......" She hesitated, looking at the clear red marks on his face and felt apologetic, "You are like this suddenly, I ...... I don't know what to do anymore......"

His wet eyelashes drooped, and tears remained on his cheeks, still emptying his soul.

"Speaking of which...... Do you see the moon?" she staggered the subject, her eyes searching around, "We're both here, he should be ...... too"

"Xiaoling, I changed my mind. ”

It's still a clear voice, but there's a hint of coldness.

Qianling was stunned, and just looked into the young man's light golden eyes.

"I thought you were in love with him, but it was just wishful thinking on my part......"

"I am willing to hide this feeling for the rest of my life, wish you peace and happiness, and bless you to hold hands and ......"

"But I was wrong. ”

He stood up slowly, his short golden hair curled around his cheeks, and he was dressed in white and stared at her with clear eyes, and said in a dumb voice:

"I saw everything and heard everything. What you want to say, the wish you made to the laurel tree, the person you have looked up to and longed for for so many years, the person you love so much......"

"It's me from start to finish, isn't it?"

Qianling was stunned, her lips trembled but she couldn't make a sound, and she slowly looked away from his sincere burning gaze for a long time.

The white robe fell in the field of vision, and the young man's slender white hand gently grasped her wrist.

She froze for a moment, not struggling.

"Little Feather ......"

His eyelashes drooped, and his voice was bitter.

"I can give you back the wings. If it's not enough, you want something else, you want my life...... I have no regrets, I can give it to you. ”

"I beg you to ...... Don't run away, don't be so hateful that you can't see your heart clearly...... The person you love is me, and it has always been me, hasn't it?"

She pursed her lips, and slowly stretched out her hand for a long time, pushing his fingers away from her wrist:

"Mirror, I told you...... I don't hate you. ”

She slowly raised her head, her eyes firm and clear, looked deeply into his eyes, and said clearly word by word:

"I don't love you either. Even if you have loved...... It's also gone. In this life, in the next life, the person I love is only the month. ”

The black wings stretched, she turned around and flew towards the sea of clouds at the other end, leaving the snow mirror to stand in place, her empty gaze, as if her flesh and soul had been stripped of her flesh and soul.

"You are only responsible and grateful to him. ”

A voice came from behind him.

Qianling's figure froze, her wings stretched and suspended in the surging sea of clouds, without looking back.

"On the execution platform, it was the moon god who led an army to rescue you, after the fall of the Yinfeng River Valley, it was the moon god who took in the half-blood orcs of the river valley and gave you a place to stay; on the Rose Sky Feather Platform, it was the moon god who sacrificed to give you demonic power, so that you regained your life and got your current strength and wings, and were able to rescue your most beloved brother......

He said word by word very softly, but also very heavyly:

"You are only grateful and reciprocated to him. Xiaoling ...... Is this really love?"

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