He didn't speak, neither did the morning light.

Yan Ying's heart rarely swelled up with anxiety.

She grew up at last, and she no longer looked at him with eyes that were sad with admiration or resentment from betrayal, and she followed him step by step, she had great power, and she used her power as hard as if she were going to trample him under his feet in one fell swoop.

She is still soft and gentle, but her style will never be gentle and lovely, she has become an ambitious, sharp-tongued, cold-blooded and strong woman, but she is more seductive than the delicate and weak back then. At that time, she was not yet mature, and now she has finally molded the courage and sharpness in her bones, she is no longer a gentle and lovely little girl, she has become a woman who can take charge of herself and stand side by side with the best men.

Yan Ying couldn't say how he felt, he was glad that she had grown up, he was glad that she had control over her life, but his joy was meaningless, because she had nothing to do with him anymore, and he couldn't have anything to do with her anymore.

"Shen Run, do you really want to marry Shen Run?" Before she came, he coldly told himself that he could ask anything, but this matter must not be asked, but for some reason, was it a suffocating silence, and he opened his mouth to ask the question, and his calm tone seemed to have been deliberate.

"It's true." Chenguang replied coldly.

"Is it because Feng Yingguo wants to marry him, or do you want to marry him?" Yan Ying stared at the empty wine cup in her hand and asked in a shallow voice.

Chenguang was slightly startled, glanced at him, and almost laughed, but she didn't.

Yan Ying caught a glimpse of her face from the afterglow, and looked away, her heart was cold.

"Here's for you." Chenguang said that she picked up the burden she had brought with her today from the chaise longue and handed it to him.

Yan Ying took it silently, opened a corner, the familiar color came into view, he recognized that this was the cloak he left for her that time in the desert, he didn't expect her to give it back to him, a little surprised, and at the same time there was a trace of emotion in his heart that he couldn't speak.

"How's your body?" He pulled the burden back on, looked up, looked at her, and asked.

"It's fine." Morninglight replied nonchalantly.

"Did it work?" He asked lightly.

Chenguang knew what he was referring to, and she curled her lips as if she hadn't answered.

Yan Ying gradually lowered her eyes, and after a while, she suddenly opened her mouth softly and said with a smile:

"These flowers in my house are the cherry blossoms you once said you want to see the most, the first time you see it, how do you feel, are the cherry blossoms beautiful?"

Chenguang glanced at him, raised his head, looked at the cherry blossoms full of trees, looked silently for a while, and said with a light smile:

"When you told me that cherry blossoms were beautiful, I always thought in my head that they must be very beautiful and very beautiful, and I thought too much about it, and when I actually saw it, it was ...... Is that all? She said slowly.

Yan Ying was silent, paused, and he smiled, the meaning of the laughter was unknown.

Chenguang looked at him and said with a smile: "I have felt that when you play the piano, no matter what kind of music, even if it is cheerful, played by you, it will also carry a shallow desolation, no matter what kind of music, in your hands, it will become your song." At that time, I was young, and I just thought there was an indescribable pity and sadness in your songs, but I didn't understand what was going on. ”

Yan Ying laughed: "It's like you understand now." His voice was not loud, as if he was not talking to her, as if he was speaking to himself, and there was a little more indignation or negativity in his tone.

"I still don't understand." Chenguang said with a smile, she looked at him and said, "When I was a child, you loved to teach me to play the piano, and I also loved to watch you play the piano, but every time the sadness in your piano music made me uncomfortable, but at that time, because I liked to listen to it very much, even if the sadness in it made me uncomfortable, I thought that it was the slightest discomfort that was the reason why I liked it." But now, I like to live a little bit more cheerfully, you know, life is short, and I want to try to be happy in this short time, and I don't like things that make me feel unpleasant. ”

Her words are slightly sharp, with a hint of arrogance, wantonness, and willfulness.

Yan Ying suddenly felt as if something was blocking his chest, and the originally smooth air flow was stuck there, like a fist, and he could barely breathe.

He didn't make eye contact with her, he looked at a branch stretched out from the cherry tree not far away, he also grew on the Holy Son Mountain, his night vision was also excellent, in the moonlight, he saw that on the branch, a flower bone waiting to be released was tightly closing its fragile petals. It's the last time of the cherry blossoms, and when the flowers don't bloom, the weather will soon get hot, and the unbloomed flowers will no longer be able to bloom, and they will fall quietly in the form of buds before the summer comes.

Chenguang stood up, and she said, "I'm going back." ”

"Is anyone waiting for you?" Yan Ying looked at her with a flat expression and asked, even he couldn't tell what the meaning of this question was, but he just asked, blurted out, and didn't have a brain.

He sat in his chair and looked at her, he didn't expect any answer, if he had to describe it, his state of mind was stiff and blank at the moment.

"Yes." Chenguang replied with a smile.

There was no expected such thing as falling into the ice cellar, Yan Ying's heart was stiff, if she had to say change, it was just more stiff than just now.

"You're here to bring me clothes?" He asked in a laughing and tearful tone.

"Sort of, you called me and said you wanted to talk about the anonymous notice, I thought you had some clues, it seems that you don't know more than me."

"I thought you were willing to come here because you had a lot to ask me." For example, the Yan family, such as how he became the King of Sakura, and what role he plays in Cangqiu Kingdom, there are many, he doesn't believe that she won't care, nothing to be curious, with her current identity, she will definitely want to know.

Chenguang stood in the courtyard, half-turned, and looked at him, her big round eyes sparkling in the moonlight, unusually bright. She smiled and said to him:

"I didn't have anything to ask."

Yan Ying looked at her in silence.

"There are ghosts in your phoenix kingdom." He said.

Chenguang's face did not change, she tilted her head slightly, as if thinking for a moment, and then she smiled and said:

"I'm going back."

With that, she turned and left the way she had come.

Yan Ying didn't say that he wanted to send her, he was still sitting in a chair, holding a fine porcelain wine cup in his hand.

He watched her back disappear into the night, no expression fluctuations, no changes in movements, he just sat quietly in the wind, the wind blew, rolled up many pink cherry blossom petals and fell on his purple clothes, as if they were false and non-existent.