The thin and cold young man stood in the midst of the 'spring' and 'color' of this garden, wearing a white 'color' mask on his face, so that people could not see his face or his 'color', but he could feel the deep loneliness and coldness from her body.

A gust of wind blew, and somehow because of the strong wind or because the boy deliberately did it, the mask on her face suddenly fell off.

The wind passed, the catkins fluttered, and the lotus 'flowers' in the pond bent their bodies in unison, like that, as if they were saluting her, the 'flowers' in the garden were blown up by the wind and floated in the air, as the wind swirled in the air, the wind stopped, and these 'flowers' slowly fell on Mu Xiaofeng's head, shoulders, and robe.

The face of the young man surrounded by 'flowers' was cold, and when the wind rose, his inky black hair couldn't help but fly under the gentle breeze, sometimes against her fair and crystalline skin, and sometimes over her thin slightly raised 'lips', and the narrow bridge of his nose, like snow on the mountain, lined with ghostly light, stood 'upright'.

When the wind stopped, her black and shiny hair hung down to her waist, a plain white robe set off her snow-like skin, bright eyes and teeth, and thin lips were as red as if they were about to drip blood.

The picture is too beautiful, so beautiful that it is a little unreal, "Xiaofeng! A gentle voice came into her ears, Mu Xiaofeng was still immersed in her own thoughts, and she didn't notice that her mask had slipped off, how could the mask that was so strong and firmly attached to her face slip off for no reason.

This outside scene reminded her a lot, like! It's so similar!

In addition to going to the battlefield, even if she is busy every day, she will walk here, she looks at the road in front of her, this road she has walked tens of thousands of times, but there is no more young man next to her who walks with her.

Suddenly, a gentle and extremely lingering voice came.

Hearing this distant and familiar voice, Mu Xiaofeng's body stiffened, and she didn't even dare to turn her head.

"Why is there another person standing in the garden, although it is now 'spring' day, but the cold of winter has not been completely dispelled, it is still a little cool." A pair of hands reached over and put a cloak on her body, and Mu Xiaofeng's stiff body trembled imperceptibly.

His voice is just good, gentle and tactful, and very lingering, and he speaks next to you like a lover's whisper.

Mu Xiaofeng closed his eyes, didn't he forget it? Why is it in her mind again?

When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were cold again, and there was no longer a slight panic and confusion.

Right! is panicked, only he can make her feel panicked in this world!

"What's wrong?" Mu Xiaoli's hand 'touched' her cheek, "How can it be so cold." A familiar breath lingered between the wings of her nose, and the temperature spread across her face.

She didn't make a sound or move, there was no longer the 'color' of attachment in her eyes, and she looked at Mu Xiaoli coldly. "Xiaofeng, what's wrong with you today, is there anything uncomfortable? If there is anything uncomfortable, you must tell the royal brother. Mu Xiaoli's face 'revealed' a worried 'color', and he said to Mu Xiaofeng a little anxiously.

If such a look looked like Mu Xiaofeng in the past, he would undoubtedly be moved, but now...... Scold...... Hehe......

She smiled sarcastically, and then the smile slowly widened.