Stupefied.

It's been a full year since she left.

After she left, her room was cleaned without interruption. But I don't know why, but when I came in this time, I felt a faint smell of dust in the air, and that smell smelled like a world away.

Maybe the owner of the house is gone, and the house has lost its original soul.

Xuanyuan Changfeng walked softly into the room.

The snow-white clothes made marks on the ground, and they were careful step by step, for fear of disturbing the silence of the room. Lying gently on the bed, feeling the bed she hadn't felt for a long time, indulging in it like a dream.

The wind blew open the door, piercing his heart sharply.

Slowly raised his hand and touched his lips, he had touched her here, and at that time he muttered in his heart that he wanted to see all the beauty of the world with her, but now......

Who will smuggle the passing years, a pool of darkness covers the heart.

His hand pressed tightly to his chest, as if that would reduce longing and pain.

Everything in this room was what she had used before, and there were traces of her everywhere.

During the year, the wind blew away the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard, but it could no longer blow the window. When it snowed, no one stepped on the steps of this room again.

She wasn't like the women she had ever seen who only knew how to hide in the boudoir.

She doesn't like bright colors, so the room is full of clean white, and the few other colors are just black and blue.

He was curled up in bed, imitator her.

"You've been gone for a year."

The thin lips opened lightly, as if talking to themselves, and like whispering.

"Mirror."

"I miss you so much."

If he had known that it would be an eternal farewell, he would never have left her alone.

If he knew that she would never come back that time, he would not let go of the hand that held her.

Mirrors.

I want to be your way, to be a sense of security that you can rely on to settle down.

But......

Is there still a chance?

A tear gently slid down in an invisible place and disappeared instantly when it fell on the pillow.

Sit up, walk to your desk and stand still.

There seemed to be a picture of her sitting against the window.

He knew she liked to sit facing the window, so that when she was tired, she could look out through the window.

Look at the flowers and trees between the vast heaven and earth, look at the white clouds hanging in the sky through the long sky, and look at the wide bridge hanging in the distance.

Floating like a dream, a snap of a finger.

"How can you, how can you leave me alone."

In this life, the spring shirt is a smart girl, and a pair of drunken eyes seem to include the nine heavens of the galaxy.

The smile on the lips swallows the most beautiful scenery, and the shadow of the flowers is thick.

It was the most beautiful girl, a flash in the pan.

This has been going through the years, and they are on the horizon.

"I really...... I miss you so much. ”

Stroking her desk, wiping the dust off the books little by little.

Her love for these books appeared in front of her again.

In her impression, she likes not only those military books, but also the words that little girls like.

Usually unaware, turning the pages of a book overnight and night to read.

Looking through the books on her desk, they were densely packed with her handwriting.

She likes to make annotations and write down her own thoughts.

Her handwriting is beautiful.

Unlike the little girl's hairpin, her words are heroic and atmospheric, faintly elegant, and there is a kind of general's style.

"You've got your stuff there."

"The room was cleaned every day."

"You're the only one missing."