Mu Xin knew that he was about to die.

The body is cold, and so are the hands and feet.

The woman in front of him was his last trace of warmth.

But God will also take away this warmth and ruthlessness.

After all, his white robe was tarnished by the blood flower of the demon, and it became turbid and shocking.

Mu Xin heard the woman in red in front of him calling his name again and again, he wanted to respond, but he didn't have the strength, after all, people are not plants, and he...

Doomed to die.

Human life is inherently fragile.

Death and life are also fate, and you can't disobey them.

But he's still a little reluctant...

If he passed away like this, how should the bright and beautiful woman in front of him spend the days to come? The palace is the most difficult to pass, it is ruthless and indifferent.

It was already hazy in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only feel that he was being hugged tightly by Fengyue, and he laughed, this distressing silly girl...

The man in white stretched out his hand and gently stroked the woman's smooth and white cheeks, gently teaching people to break their hearts.

Seeing this, Fengyue grabbed his hand tightly, and she was sobbing faintly, with a choked voice in her words.

Mu Xin shook his head helplessly.

He wanted to say one more thing:

Ah Yue, is it okay to marry me?

But he opened his lips and could not make a sound.

He had no choice but to caress the black sideburns on the woman's forehead as if comforting, he hooked his lips slightly, and smiled warmly.

Mu Xin likes Fengyue's hair the most.

With black and smooth hair, it is his favorite and most greedy part, and he has also been a teenager, dreaming of marrying Fengyue as his wife in the future, and combing her hair himself.

He fantasized that every morning after marriage, the woman was by his side, and he could smile and hug her and rub her good-smelling green silk with his chin, and he could also let the woman sit in front of the dressing mirror with affection, so that he could comb her hair for her.

They can grow old together and never be separated.

But that's just a dream.

It's an ethereal and unattainable dream.

Human life is so short.

Mu Xin hadn't felt this way before, and when his father left, he also sighed at the moments of the world, but that feeling was not strong, unlike now... The thought of his imminent death made his heart seem to tug together.

It turned out that there was a stumbling block, happiness and pain.

He couldn't let go of Fengyue.

When did you get tempted...?

He asked himself.

Maybe it's the first time I've heard a woman's voice.

Or maybe it's the first time I saw the beautiful face of a woman.

That was the light of his life.

Brighten up the rest of his life.

It turned out that when he was about to leave, there were still many things that he had not had the opportunity to tell her in person, and he wanted to say it himself:

The Moon Girl is the next sweetheart.

It is the bright moon in the sky, and it is also the light in my heart.

There was pain in his body, but Mu Xin didn't seem to feel it, and when the fear of death gradually hit, he didn't feel much fear, only closed his eyes calmly.

He pictured the woman's face in his mind.

If there is really a reincarnation in the world...

So...

In the next life, he will also remember what Ah Yue looks like.

Deeply engraved in the bones, it will not be erased.

Finally, time took his life.

Mu Xin gradually lowered his hand.

Fengyue cried heartbreakingly, her heart seemed to be crushed, and it was difficult for her heart to recover.

The man in his arms died with a smile on his face.

How warm the smile on the corner of his mouth was, how cold his body was, Fengyue couldn't cry, and buried his head in Mu Xin's arms, wanting to retain the precious temperature.

But it's useless.

The boy in white fell asleep permanently.

There is one sentence that he has never been able to tell Fengyue.

What are the words...?

Come to think of it, the sentence is:

Moon girl, Ah Xin will always love you.