The bright June sunshine poured into the spacious and bright piano room with the sound of the moving piano.

Nangong Youlin was dressed in white.

It is very flattering to the warm breath on his body, and he is playing "The Myth of the Stars and Moon" elegantly at the moment.

The sad melody seems to tell the bitterness of lovesickness.

The man indulged in it and closed his eyes.

His slender fingers flicked back and forth on the black-and-white keyboard, the music whispering, whispering, or silent.

deduces the indescribable, unspeakable infinite affection.

It is like walking into the mythical Garden of Eden, hovering in the ears, drunk with charming piano music and drunk with the bright starry sky.

"You're missing her again, aren't you?"

Sitting on the single sofa was a woman, with her back against the sofa, but the face of the person could not be seen.

Just to see a pair of slender legs, elegantly stepping on red delicate high heels.

Her voice is elegant, accompanied by the sound of the piano, and the gentle smile is just right to relax.

"I'm really going to lose her, I thought it would be the best if I guarded her like this."

Nangong Youlin's elegant sigh, long fingers sliding on the black and white keys, the melody is complex but melancholy.

"Beautiful love always needs to take the initiative to fight for it, and if you are like this, you will never get her."

The woman said slowly: "The probability of sitting and waiting for death, waiting for the prey to fall from the sky like a rabbit, is really too rare." Happiness sometimes really needs to be actively strived for. ”

Seeing that the man bowed his head and was silent.

The woman said slowly: "A hundred miles of Qingwu is your calamity." ”

Nangong Youlin's sitting posture trembled slightly.

It's just that Junya's face is still full of smiles, and the sun is spreading on his face, covering the sadness in her heart.

Hundred miles of Qingwu is his calamity.

And Shen Xingjue is a catastrophe of a hundred miles of Qingwu.

In this world, anything can be arranged, but Qingwu's heart.

Qingwu, Qingwu.

In this world, I can give up anyone, but I don't want to lose your heart.

After thinking about it, the man said word by word before he said slowly.

"Love has always been a kind of thing, never give up, never be hurt, never sad, never confused, how to know how to love people? Baili Qingwu is actually drinking arsenic with a smile, and it is also my only love. Always, I still love her and don't want to give up on her. ”

"You've missed her and hurt."

The woman suddenly dreamed, didn't he love her to be so cautious, silently by her side.

"Missing is a kind of sadness, happiness and melancholy, a kind of warmth, pain and surprise." It's a feeling you'll never ever experience.

The woman was silent for a long time, and then she asked, "What do you want to do now?"

Nangong Youlin's eyes were a little indifferent, and there was still a smile on his face, and his smile was hurt.

He said slowly: "I want to take revenge on the Shen family, revenge on Shen Xingjue." ”

The woman was silent for a moment: "You should have done this a long time ago." ”

Nangong Youlin's hands were still sliding back and forth on the keyboard.

Chen Qingyue's weak appearance appeared in his mind.

The heart was pinched fiercely, and those translucent eyes were full of despair.

What he has to do now is to take revenge on Lord Shen.

"What about her?"

Nangong Youlin's hand that stopped on the key moved slightly.

"She, I'll take her away."

The woman had a sneer on her lips.

"I don't think she'll go with you."

"I know, didn't you encourage me to go for it?"

The man had a faint smile on his face.

The woman was silent.

She likes Nangong Youlin.

And Nangong Youlin likes Chen Qingyue.