The autumn wind rises, and the leaves fall slowly. Smell the sad autumn wind, step on the rustling leaves. Qing'er walked alone in the desolate garden, the autumn was cool, and her eyes were full of gloom, which inevitably made people sad and sad.

The path in the garden, winding and winding, is most suitable for people who have no thoughts, and there is no end to how long they walk.

It's like an uncertain fate, wasted here in vain, but there is no hope in sight.

How long am I going to spend my life here?

On the side of the curved path, a swing, lonely swaying slightly with the autumn wind.

Are you alone too?

No family, no friends, no warmth, no laughter, alone and imprisoned here, right?

Gently bypass the path, sit on the swing, hold the swing rope, Qing'er is willing to be with you, in this autumn shade of the royal garden.

Pedaling on the bluestone slab, the swing gently rippling, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther.

It wasn't until this moment that I understood why you have been trying to fly higher all your life, it turns out that you have tried again and again, hoping that one day you can break free and fly to the free world.

The swing took off and returned to the original point again and again.

If you can't break free, why bother thinking about it.

At this time, Qing'er was already numb, and she only looked at the distance that she couldn't see with helpless eyes.

The swing ripples gently, flying farther and higher each time.

The yellow fallen leaves flutter in the wind between heaven and earth.

Occasionally, a few fallen leaves fell on Qing'er's forehead and dress.

Why didn't I have my feet on the bluestone slab, how could this swing swing?

Could it be the autumn wind?

No, how is that possible?

Suddenly, walking out of her thoughts, Qing'er felt as if there was a warm and powerful hand behind her gently pushing her, so light and steady.

It's just that it seems that since I started swinging, this warm hand has been stored in zài, but I am so invested in my own thoughts that I ignore it, get used to it, and I don't feel anything.

He's been here for a long time!

He's always been there for me, but I'm used to it.

Qing'er looked back and bumped into Li Chun's cold and warm gaze, Qing'er smiled indifferently, neither surprised nor surprised, only felt that everything was so natural.

He was always by his side, and always be!

"Lord Wang! Qing'er wants to know what the scenery is like in the high places? ”

A sentence of nothing, with a smile tactfully in the autumn breeze.

"Brave woman!"

Fallen leaves flying, between the vast heaven and earth.

The green children on the swing, dancing in white, graceful and graceful, like a trace of hard-to-find purity in the sad autumn.

Li Chun was dressed in green clothes, as cold as the autumn wind, only the trace of warmth between his eyebrows, and the true feelings in the bitter cold.

The swings have long since stopped, and the leaves are falling.

"Qing'er, when I finish the refugee affairs and ask my father for credit, I will find a way to get you away."

Li Chun held the swing in his hand, and the words were unhurried.

In an instant, Qing'er slowly turned her eyes and looked at him in surprise and shyness.

Are you sure.

It's not easy to come to a qiē, is what you expect about to come true?

"Hmm"

Qing'er hummed and nodded, a faint smile, but full of bitterness.

Seeing him living so self-suffering, his brows frowned, and Qing'er couldn't help but feel sad.

Get up and walk up to him, put your hand lightly on his brow, and look at him quietly.

"Lord, don't frown, never frown! Otherwise, my heart will ache! ”

Li Chun's tightly knit brows stretched, and his cold eyes were filled with a little warmth.

Only in front of Qing'er did he feel that his life was not so hard.

"Lord Wang, Qing'er will wait for you! Wait no matter how long it takes! Because Qing'er knows that the prince is by Qing'er's side, and he always has been! ”

"Qing'er, why do you believe in me so much?"

"If Qing'er doesn't even believe in the prince, then who else can Qing'er count on."

Qing'er looked back and smiled indifferently.