She ran out, and the guards guarding the door looked at her with strange eyes, and for a while, they actually forgot to stop her.

The water on her body was still warm, and the white shirt was tightly attached to her body.

She just ran, aimlessly.

Gradually, the pace slowed down.

She was tired. The clothes on his body were also air-dried.

She slowed down, walking, and stopped in a garden.

All kinds of flowers in the stone fence vied with each other to bloom, and remembering the overflow, she stepped over the stone fence and stepped into the flowers. Sitting on the ground, I couldn't help it, my hands hugged my legs, and I curled them together.

She didn't know what was wrong with Lu Dao, some inexplicable feelings came up, she didn't know what Lu Dao was for.

When the king kissed her, there was a sense of déjà vu, who had ever kissed her on the lips so tenderly? There is less domineering like the king, and more gentleness that the king does not have.

She looked up, trying to let the tears flow back, but she didn't want to, and a purple flower came into view, this flower was like a rose.

Who ever gave himself a rose? Say you're a lot like it? Say you're more beautiful than it?

Tears slipped down again, and a mood called sadness permeated the place, and even the flowers and trees seemed to be immersed in sadness.

She slapped her face gently, "It's just your own delusion, although you have had a love affair, but you have forgotten it, haven't you?" No one has ever sent you a rose, no one. ”

She tried to convince herself not to think about the feelings of that moment. However, there were some grievances in her heart, what was she wronged?

She fell into the flowers, plucked the purple flower, which looked like a rose, put it in her heart, closed her eyes, and sniffed the flowers......

Roses everywhere, beautiful, gorgeous, distorted.

A silver-haired woman stands among the flowers, one with the roses, like a beautiful picture.

She was dressed in a black dress, with a hem mopping the floor, buried in a large field of roses, noble and elegant. I can't see the face, but one thing is certain. She is very cold, she exudes a kind of death all over her body, and she is cold and ruthless.

It seems that nothing can make her feel any emotions.

A man dressed in a white costume breaks into the painting. The man's body was slender, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but he only knew a little bit, and his face was almost perfect. His smile had the power of the sun, melting the ice of the silver-haired woman.

The woman's silver eyes looked at the man's face and smiled, completely devoid of the previous indifference.

At this time, she is like a little girl, blooming her beauty in front of the person she loves.

The man kissed her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, and her lips, and he said in a nice voice, "One kiss is a life." ”

The woman smiled happily. She swirls and dances among the flowers, and her laughter reaches far away. The man looked at her quietly from afar, and then smiled contentedly.

The man plucked a rose, gave it to the woman, and said, "No matter how beautiful a rose is, it is not half as good as yours." He looked at her, and he only had her in his eyes, and there was no room for anyone.

She smiled, laughed, laughed......

The cold invaded her body, and she couldn't help but shiver. When she opened her eyes, a sea of flowers came into view, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed.

Flowers? Why is she here?

She struggled to remember that the events of last night were playing out in her mind like a movie. She rubbed her eyes and noticed that they were swollen like light bulbs.

She looked up at the sky, where the sun had just risen to a top.

She wrapped her arms around herself, thought back to the dream, and smiled......