Lan Qi'er stared intently at the flow of people, although the group of people had covered Ning Zixing's figure without a trace, she was still looking at it so persistently. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info until everyone disappeared from her sight, and she still stared blankly in the direction they had disappeared.

It took a long time for her to come back to her senses. Lan Qi'er no longer played the harp, but moved her body in the golden wire cage. She walked barefoot on the green grass, it was obviously warm inside, why did she feel so cold? The more Lan Qi'er walked, the more sad she became, and she stopped and curled up on the ground. The little white rabbit was still bouncing on the green space in the cage, and Lan Qi'er forcibly held the little white rabbit in her arms despite its struggles. The little white rabbit was moving uneasily, but its furry skin did make her feel a lot more at ease.

At this time, the lights in the main palace went out, and the dark place was really inexplicably panicked. The windows of the main palace were not closed, and Lan Qi'er looked in the direction of the window with her knees crossed: the snowflakes were fluttering in the night, as if trying to attract someone's attention. The snow-white color sets off the peace and serenity of the night.

That's nice. Lan Qi'er had a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of tears. It's nice that a year ago I was probably playing in the snow outside. What now? You can only count the ice flowers that have condensed on the window in this beautiful cage.

Perhaps such a quiet night was particularly inducing to sleep, Lan Qi'er hugged the little white rabbit tightly and lowered her eyelids. The little white rabbits in the cage all leaned towards her, maybe Lan Qi'er looked more like a wounded little beast now.

It was late at night, and the dance of snowflakes was blown out of rhythm by the wind. They all took off their white and lovely masks, and desperately flaunted their wildness in the night.

Lan Qi'er didn't feel the cold in the warm cage, but the knife-like wind was raging around her eardrums. She entered the dream with the fierce sound of the wind.

It was a beautiful smile, it was a smile that was fascinating, it was a smile that turned the world upside down. The soft face of that man carried such a gentle and evil smile. Lan Qi'er was very happy, she had been waiting for such a smile for a long, long time. She had waited for a long, long time from the cold and terrible night to the dawn of dawn.

She was happy, she wanted to dance, she wanted to play her beloved harp, she wanted to rush up to him immediately and give him a hug.

Her father had told her that the more beautiful things were, the more sinful they were. It's like a poppy blooming in the middle of the night, and you can't wake up at the touch of it.

That's where the magic of the devil comes in. Even if you know that falling in love with his touching smile will lead you to the abyss of sin, and you will never have the chance to touch heaven again, you will willingly give your heart to him. Even if it is poisoned, even if it falls into eternal calamity, even if it is eternally rotten and wandering in the dark.

Someone with such a smile must be an alluring poppy flower, and one can't help but indulge in its rotten poisonous scent. It makes people lose all reason, and frantically wants to take it for themselves, and no one will ever touch its beauty again.

Lan Qi'er smiled and tried to rush over to give the man a warm embrace, but something stood in her way. The thing was so restrained that she couldn't move. That man was obviously not far ahead, why couldn't he reach it? Lan Qi'er looked around in a daze, the golden wire cage glowing with metal light blocking her, making it impossible for her to send out that warm embrace. Let her only be close to the end of the world.

The man slowly stepped back with a gentle, wicked smile, and the fog darkened his figure little by little, and finally even his shadow disappeared. Only the scent of the devil remained in the air.

Lan Qi'er kept flapping the golden wire cage, desperate and sad. She suddenly understood that God's most beautiful favor was just a prison.

prison, which restricts the movement of man; prison, isolated from darkness; Prison, a prison that cannot be left out. Even if what you are pursuing is not too close, you can't get close to half a point. Because of God's favor, the prison can only see the erosion of poppies, and can only see the catastrophe behind the devil. So, who will appreciate the fragrance of poppies? Who is intoxicated by the smile of the devil? Prison.

A bolt of thunder slashed through the air, piercing the silent sky. Lan Qi'er woke up suddenly, and her face suddenly turned terribly bad. The light of the lightning made her pale unmistakable. She cowered in horror. Thunder is the thunder she is most afraid of. She looked in her arms, and the little white rabbit had closed her red eyes. The even sound of breathing added a sense of serenity to the terrible night, and Lan Qi'er smoothed the white rabbit's fluff. The windows also refracted the light of lightning, and Lan Qi'er seemed to be able to hear the voices coming from the other palaces.

"Woo, it's thundering......" Lin Qianqian waved her palms restlessly, cold sweat covering her little face. Lin Qianqian sat up violently in fright, as if she was haunted by nightmares, and didn't dare to fall asleep again. Her little hands twitched restlessly against her chest, trying to make herself better. The windows were tightly closed, but the cold wind still took advantage of the void to penetrate through the gaps, taking over the warmth of the room. Lin Qianqian didn't turn on the lights, and the lightning made the late night even more terrifying. She clutched the quilt tightly, shivering in the covers.

At this time, the lights were turned on, and there was more warm light in the room. Lin Qianqian poked her head out of the bed. Ning Zixing was loosely dressed in his pajamas and walked in with concern. There is an indescribable charm and warmth in that appearance. Ning Zixing sat at the head of the bed to help Lin Qianqian tuck the quilt, raised his head and wiped the cold sweat off her face: "What's wrong?" Was it a nightmare? Lin Qianqian nodded and shrank back to where Ning Zixing was sitting. After a while, he said with a trembling voice: "Zixing, why are you here?" ”

Ning Zixing said a little helplessly: "I heard the thunder first, and I couldn't sleep horizontally when I remembered that you were afraid of thunder." So I just came over and had a look. No, what kind of quilt have you kicked into. ”

Lin Qianqian smiled embarrassedly, as soon as Ning Zixing came, she was indeed much more down-to-earth. The scene outside the window isn't so scary either.

"Alright, let's go to sleep." Ning Zixing walked over and turned off the light and sat down at the head of the bed, "I'm here, don't be afraid." Ning Zixing rubbed her hair. Then don't you sleep? Lin Qianqian came out of the bed restlessly.

Ning Zixing pressed Lin Qianqian back: "Guarding you for a while, who made you so uneasy." Lin Qianqian stuck out her tongue and fell asleep with peace of mind. Although Ning Zixing's whole body was cold by the cold wind, his heart was full of warmth and sweetness. Winter may feel cold, but the beauty of it is that people can get close to each other and give each other the sweetest warmth.

On such a cold day, did he wear a thin pajama to guard her? Lan Qi'er used her magic power to keep all the conversations between the two in her ears. She chuckled self-deprecatingly. That room must be warm. It's not like here, even if the seasons are like spring, it's just a cold prison. It doesn't feel a hint of humanity and happiness.

It wasn't like this before. Lan Qi'er looked at the hideous night outside the window with vacant eyes, such a night seemed to be eating people, waiting for someone to be fooled and hide him. It's not just this nasty prison that belongs to you, and all the freedoms that you can trace back to yourself can be obtained, why did they all come to naught in an instant. Suddenly, like a lonely snowflake in the night, forever ethereal under the wanton wind.

The little white rabbit fell asleep soundly in his arms. Lord Lucifer, if you can hear my call, please take me out of this endless dungeon.

The light of the lightning was not willing to disappear, and each time it became more and more intense. The windows reflected its brilliance, turning the ground pale again and again.

Lan Qi'er smiled self-deprecatingly, it was better not to wake up on such a night. Otherwise, in addition to desolate despair or despair in the eyes of absolute beauty.