The wind rustled, and the birds still chirped, but her heart had long since lost the initial quiet warmth.

She didn't know why this person was so strong that she could stir her heart so strongly, and she couldn't let him sink to his own devices.

Her heart was so easily pulled by another person.

It feels very bad to be out of self-control, and the heart is like a sponge full of water, blocked in the chest, heavy and powerless.

She still couldn't control her steps towards him.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

……

The closer I got, the more I could feel his faint breathing.

Slightly on the verge of stagnation.

She reached out and slowly reached into his face.

If he can't be stopped, he will be completely consumed by despair.

Gently peel the strands of hair from his face, revealing a white and delicate face.

She stared silently, unable to take her eyes off.

until it fell into a pair of dark pupils as deep as night.

It was a pair of beautiful, polished obsidian-like eyes.

The eyelashes, which are as long and graceful as butterfly wings, tremble, as dazzling as if they were dying.

This kind of beauty is like the beauty of a beautiful flower that blooms with its life before it is about to wither, and every minute and every second is burning with life.

Blooming in despair.

Tugging at her heart, she could barely breathe.

His eyes were as dark as night, and there was no emotion.

It's hollow and heart-wrenching.

"Are you a god? Are you here to take me away? ”

He spoke.

He spoke indifferently, with hope in his simple tone.

But there was no light in his eyes at all, and there was a dead silence.

"I—"

Suddenly she couldn't make a sound herself, and she couldn't answer him.

She couldn't do anything.

……

[He has always been in the dark and has never seen the light, but looking at the masked man in front of him, he can't see his face, his eyes.

Miraculously, it made him feel comfortable for a long time.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling light in his eyes, and his fingers on his face were as soft as the wind.

A gracefully shaped circle of light swirled around him, as holy as if it would be blasphemous to look at it again.

Like a phantom, like a bubble, fleeting.

Like the gods he imagined since he was a child, they could take him out of hell.

So he spoke, but feared the usual desperate answer, replacing hope with dead silence.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was fragrant, like jasmine in early summer, with a light and sweet fragrance.

Even if there is only one word, it is enough for him to satisfy his taste for a long time.

Can He bring him salvation?

If you can't, just don't show up......]

Tang Sanqing didn't know how to speak, so he could only put his finger on his forehead.

In the face of him, she could only worry about her heart, and she couldn't say anything.

If Master Tang Sanzang was here, he would definitely be able to enlighten him well and get out of the hell shrouded in despair.

She hated her powerlessness a little.

The cold skin that her fingers touched was the only place she came into contact with him.

The covetous warmth, which made him not struggle, did not stay away, did not come closer, was the result of his exhaustion of reason, and finally formed.

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

Under the gorgeous light and shadow like a dream, every place of sunlight is warm just right, with a dizzying fragrance, under the tree, the wind blows the corners of the young man's clothes, the clothes are fluttering, the young man with a mask leans over, gently kisses the young man shrouded in shadows, the beauty is picturesque.

At this moment, if anyone sees this picture with their own eyes, it will be a beautiful sight that will never be forgotten for a lifetime.

Didn't really ask, though, just the mask touching his forehead.

But Tang Sanqing's face hidden behind the mask turned into a big apple, she didn't think too much, her body acted first, she was still a man in the eyes of outsiders, being kissed by a man, no matter which man could not accept it.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I just want to pass on good luck to you, my forehead, mother, she encourages me like this every time, so, so-"

She stammered an explanation, and before she could finish it, she was interrupted.

"I don't need good luck."

He said.

She hung her head, not daring to look into his eyes, and when the breeze brought his voice to her ears, her heart was like a myriad of vines that had suddenly spawned, tightly restrained, unable to breathe, and the loss almost overflowed, spurting out of her throat.

There was no way to open her mouth again, she couldn't wait to grow wings in an instant, so she fluttered her wings and flew high, and quickly disappeared in front of his eyes.

She quickly stood up and walked back.

Suddenly, a force appeared in her arm that pinned her firmly in place.

Tang Sanqing turned around, and the young man who had been lying on the ground actually sat up, and the arm that tightly wrapped around her was his hand.

She looked at him in astonishment, but his head was down, his eyes were hidden by strands of hair, and only a faint glimmer of light could be seen in them.

"I don't need good luck," he repeated, and just as she thought he was done and wouldn't speak again, he slowly looked up.

"If I want something else, and I want it all my life, forever."

His gaze burned, as if overflowing with a sea of stars, flickering to make people look away. Her eyes, which were as dark as night, gradually rose a small cluster of flames, and they intensified, as if they were about to burn her in them.

It was a naked desire, undisguised, like a battle-hardened warrior who had been killed again and again, stepping on countless stairs, crossing countless swamps, and having been hiding his innermost desires, dug out at this moment.

The longer he waits, the stronger the desire that has been suppressed in his heart, what exactly does he want?

He has the confidence to say "no luck is needed", but he is so desperate that he seems to have been abandoned by the whole world.

The paranoia in his eyes frightened her, like a thorny rose, stubbornly blooming, even if her body was covered with blood, she still insisted on being proudly independent.

It wasn't until someone came over that Tang Sanqing came back to his senses, and that person had been gone for a long time.

After he said that, he left.

Tang Sanqing was left to sit under the tree, looking at the rippling blue lake.

Back in the circus procession, the head of the troupe ran over to teach her a lesson, but the second inspection turned out to be fooled.

According to the head of the regiment, it was because for some reason there was one less place in the regiment, and there was no name of "Tang Qing" on the list, so she was not checked.

Tang Sanqing thought about it, it might be because Sun Shengyin tampered with their memories at that time, but did not change the list, so she was able to get through smoothly this time, thanks to Sun Shengyin.

Things went more smoothly than expected, and while she was relieved, she unconsciously remembered the boy under the tree.

If you can successfully bring down Lord Sha Zhan this time, you can rescue the people here.

It would be nice to be able to help him.

Because this birthday is very important, after the second review is passed, it is probably completely relieved of their origins, and there are more palace maids sent by the palace to serve them, and the diet is more abundant.

She was originally arranged in the same room as a young man with a delicate face and a docile personality, although he was white and gentle, but he was the trainer of the lion, the most ferocious animal in the regiment.

With his docile appearance, he unexpectedly likes the grumpy lion, but it should be said that all the critters in the group like him.

"It's a pity, I think it's very comfortable to be in a room with you, but I didn't expect it to be rearranged."

Quercus said regretfully.

Originally, the room should not be changed again, but unexpectedly, it was suddenly arranged that each person could have a separate room, and arranged for someone to serve.

It seems that this birthday is really the attention of the whole country, and if you are surrounded by palace maids, you must be careful everywhere in the future.

"It's okay, if you have a room per person, isn't the place more spacious, and there are palace ladies to serve, the palace is really rich, it's luxury."

Tang Sanqing smiled and changed the topic.

"That's right, but there's another reason I want to stay in the same room with you, and that's that I want to see your face behind the mask."

“……”

The atmosphere suddenly became silent and quiet, Tang Sanqing looked at the sand oak, his eyes were burning, and his crystal eyes were looking at her intently, so clear that the pupils of a pool of spring water were clearly reflected, and the patterns depicted on the mask were clearly reflected.

Tang Sanqing looked at him, not knowing how to answer.

With a "flutter", the sand oak was the first to laugh and speak.

"I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously, I'll go first, you can rest."

She looked at his back, and inexplicably had a special feeling, looming, and when she wanted to continue the pursuit, it disappeared, as if the feelings of Fang Cai were all hallucinations.

In the pure white world, the eyes are full of mist, and the smoke constantly changes shape, confusing people's eyes.

She was in this pure white world, with no direction, no destination, she could only keep spinning in place, but the gentle warmth of her body made her comfortably can't help but want to stop, and just fell asleep like this, without any worries, giving up everything in the world.

"Come here......"

"Come here, here'......"

"Come to me and never leave me again......"

"I'll wait for you ......"

……

Who is it?

Who is talking non-stop?

The voice was so sad and cold, but it was still resolute, and it didn't receive any response, and it kept calling.

The call had nothing to do with her, but the sound touched her heart, the scorching heat of fire was constantly wrapping her heart, but the cold coldness was constantly rising from the depths of her heart, and the torment of ice and fire kept tormenting her.

Who is it?

The sound alone hurt her so much.

Like Eve, seduced by a serpent, she couldn't help but take that step.

"You,"

Wonder.

"Yes,"

Why the hell can you make her heart ache so much?

"Who?"

……