The bright starlight on the shore of the lake, while lighting up countless emerald green fluorescent lights, attracted a full moon on the horizon, hanging on the inky treetops, half-hidden and half-hidden.

There are a few falling water-pink petals in the clear mirror-like water waves, the white stones on the shore are polished smooth and clear by the current, or a few nightingales lightly skim the microwave water, stirring up a ripple, stirring up a long figure of Ning Jingchen, stirring up the moonlight, bright and bright.

The light in the forest was clear, and a clear moonlight was cast on the unconscious figure of the abandoned smoke.

Perhaps the moonlight was too clear, and the night was too soft, and all the blood faded easily at that moment.

And she slowly woke up in the shallow whisper of the moonlight.

She looked sideways and saw Ning Jingchen always guarding her side, looking at the ethereal and ethereal distance, slowly distracted.

The tent shook slightly, and the shadow of the lamp swayed out of the trail of water waves, projecting it on Ning Jingchen's jade-like face, and as his eyebrows frowned, he fell into deep wrinkles.

His whole person looked prostrations and weakness under the projection of light and shadow, and his face was so pale as if he had fallen into an ice pool, bleak and cold.

The wind that crept into the tent took away the last shred of warmth from the corners of his eyes.

The moonlight reflected on his cheeks through the window, and two lines of clear tears closed slightly with his almost desperate eyes, and in a snap, they dripped down the pillow.

Without a trace of tenderness, those two lines of tears seemed to spread to the heart of the abandoned smoke, a few traces, cold.

For the first time, she had seen someone so lifeless and desperate to the end, but she was struggling to grasp the faint light cast three feet above in the wind.

It is like a difficult and hopeful pursuit of the sun.

It seems that he is always yearning for the bright sunrise on the other side of the sea, but he is in a bottomless magma hell.

She didn't know why he had such emotions so genuinely revealed in his graceful and luxurious countenance, but her intuition told her that in the direction he was looking, there must be someone waiting for him that he couldn't let go.

A man who could not erase traces from his heart, and who had long been deeply imprinted in his marrow.

Discarded as smoke, her gaze moved slightly with the moonlight, and the shadow of the light condensed into the depths of her pupils and turned into a silent point of light.

Her heart, like the light and shadow in Ning Jingchen's eyes, has been rippling.

"Have I been asleep for a long time?"

He didn't know how to break his thoughts, and after a moment of confusion, he finally asked softly.

"No, I just slept for a day and a night."

The thoughts in Ning Jingchen's eyes suddenly retracted, and he hid them well in an instant.

When he turned around, he was already the same young man with a clean spirit.

He smiled at Qi Ruyan, raised his sword eyebrows, and said in a half-joking manner: "What, is it a surprise that you think you can wake up?" ”

"Ahem, ahem, thank you for your care, these days, I have indeed caused you a lot of trouble recklessly."

Abandoned like smoke coughed lightly a few times between dodging his eyes, and gently lifted the futon and wanted to get out of bed, but he felt a wave of dizziness coming to him.

Ning Jingchen saw her holding her forehead, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he took a few steps forward and stuffed her back into the cloud quilt, and ordered in an undoubted tone: "Ye Ningshuang said, your body has not been adjusted yet, so it is not appropriate to get out of bed too early." It's better to settle down. ”