In the pure white of nothingness, nothing existed, and she walked blankly, unable to distinguish the direction, and the destination was unknown, and the voice appeared again......

This time his voice was clearer, accompanied by an unseen gravitational pull that carried her away from place.

The light suddenly became blinding, and when the dazzling light completely enveloped her, she saw the boy by the lake again.

This time, he was still wearing a mask, and so was she. Even if he hadn't seen the immortals in the sky, Tang Sanqing thought that the immortals should be nothing more than him.

"Why are you here? Is this in my dream? She looked around, and only then did she realize that the white was not necessarily nothing, but the white flowed like a breath, like an ethereal cloud.

"If you want to see you, you come, if you don't want to see me, you won't hear me." He scooped up a cloud with the palm of his hand, and with a stroke of his finger, he turned into a white dove and flew around them.

"It's amazing, can I do it too?" Tang San's clear water eyes reflected the fine starlight, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to follow suit, like a child, his soft and white fingers waved towards the clouds.

"...... like this," said the young man beside him, his slender fingers gripping her hand, his palm cold.

Miraculously, the clouds that had just been silent in her palm like a pool of stagnant water suddenly came to life, transforming into a dancing butterfly, fluttering its wings, and finally landing on the fingertips of the two men.

Tang Sanqing's heart was suddenly tightened, and even his breathing became cautious.

I don't know if I was afraid of disturbing the butterflies that were standing quietly, or if I was afraid of leaking the heartbeat in my chest that had lost its rhythm, the feeling that came from his body was so cold, but the skin that touched him spontaneously warmed up.

The butterfly eventually flew away, and together with the white dove, both departed.

Tang Sanqing raised his head, only to find that his eyes behind the mask had always been only hers, and there was a heavy black in those eyes, she had thought that no color could exist on them.

"My name is Tang Qing, I don't know what your name is?"

He was silent, his gaze turning to the void into the distance. The pure white mask glowed with a cold light, and the blood seemed to be cold under the pale skin.

What kind of experience did he have?

Tang Sanqing has lived in the Golden Silk Palace since she was a child, and the people around her are respectful to her, and more than ten years of time are like a pool of stagnant water, she doesn't know the warmth and coldness of people, and only a handful of people she comes into contact with. So at first glance, she was attracted by Sun Shengyin, who was as dazzling as the sun, and similarly, the lonely and dark boy in front of her like the moon also took away all her attention.

The two of them are like two hedgehogs hugging each other for warmth, but they don't know that it is the blood left by the thorns into each other's hearts to bring warmth.

"I don't have a name...... his voice dissipated in a cloud.

"How can there be no name? Everyone has a name, which represents a unique existence. You don't want to say it's okay, I'll call you nameless, and I'll wait for you until you want to tell me your name. ”

Tang Sanqing said this, blurted out the words without even thinking about it, she went to the West Heaven to learn scriptures, obviously only had a short time to meet, but there was no more fate.

The young man known as Nameless looked at her fixedly, and a little broken light appeared in his dark eyes, or maybe she was wrong.

But she prefers to believe that he likes what she says, even if he can't say it, and he doesn't laugh......

A feeling that is both familiar and unfamiliar comes to my mind, and I don't know if it's a hallucination brought about by a dream.

Nameless, nameless, how suitable for him, because without a name, there is no need to carry such a heavy darkness.

His eyes seemed to tell her that he was a man with a boulder tied to his feet, and he was pushed forward step by step, even if there was the sea in front of him, and he couldn't turn back.

He could only pounce and struggle like a drowning man, as if an arm was stretched out to him, and he would never let go.

With a wave of the nameless hand, a large cloud not far away flew over, turning into a huge white phoenix and stopping in front of them. He took her hand and stepped on the phoenix bird's back.

In the next second, the wind manifested as a blade in front of him, piercing through the nine clouds, and the colorful earth suddenly appeared in front of him.

The phoenix bird landed quickly, and the scene that had just fallen from the sky was like a fantasy in the blink of an eye, and the bustling street market was extremely real.

Tang Sanqing could clearly see the hair blowing when passers-by passed by, and she could also see the swaying skirt, which was exactly the same as the street market she saw outside the palace. Even the curious glances they cast at her and the nameless mask were so real, but it was clear that she was in a dream.

However, it is undeniable that the fruit snacks sold at the street stalls are delicious, the jewelry and dresses are beautiful, and the quirky little toys are particularly interesting, which is the happiest time for her since coming to the Tibetan country.

From the moment she stepped into the Wusi Tibetan country, her nerves were tightly tensed, Ah Yin couldn't recover her human form, she could only rely on her alone, and no matter how exhausted she was, she didn't dare to let go of her defense.

But at this moment, the smile hanging on the corner of Tang Sanqing's mouth was like a peach blossom blooming in spring, dancing the white skirt with light steps, where her eyes fell on the stall, the shopkeeper smiled very kindly, where her footsteps stopped a few more points, and the voice of the proprietress was even harder.

However, after a long walk, she found that none of the vendors here were willing to accept her money, but she returned with a full load, as if they were more afraid of the nameless around her.

It's a pity that everyone here is just as perfect as in reality, and they have masks on their faces that breathe as naturally as she can't read.

"Nameless, are you a royal nobleman? Why are the people here reluctant to accept money when they see you, it seems to be very-" Tang Sanqing thought for a moment and changed his euphemism, "Respect you." ”

This answer is the most likely one she thinks, because the first time she saw Wu Ming was in the palace, and all kinds of signs indicated that his identity must be very noble. But why does grief and despair seem to consume him at any moment? Every endless deep palace mansion is an endless abyss, and a sad story is a short sentence in the history books, which is indeed a person's life.

Nameless didn't want to answer, and although the expression under his mask didn't change, she could read his emotions.

Just like now, his emotions are hidden under a cold mask, churning and rushing, and negative emotions are constantly squeezing.

Suddenly, a little boy with a sugar gourd on the side of the road tripped over a stone as he ran by, and his body staggered, hitting the corner of his nameless clothes.

The chubby face was red, he didn't cry, the sugar gourd fell to the ground, he held back his tears, but when the boy looked up at Nameless, he couldn't stop crying.

Tang Sanqing wanted to step forward to comfort her, but Nameless grabbed her wrist, and with her strength, she couldn't break free at all. She looked up and realized that the nameless she had been looking up at was so far away, the thick blackness in his eyes was about to swallow everything, and the cold sensation from his wrist almost frostbitten her.

She suddenly remembered that when the boy bumped into the corner of the nameless coat just now, his eyes were full of disgust, even through the mask, it still radiated.

Looking around, the little boy was crying heartbreakingly, the people around him were still doing their own things step by step, not even giving a trace of indifferent gaze, Tang Sanqing was shocked to find that the little boy's parents were standing not far away with cold eyes, and their indifferent eyes would hurt people more than swords.

The next second, Nameless waved his hand, the space distorted into a ball, she was repulsed, and when his vision turned into darkness, it was he who looked at the boy like a corpse.