The woods of the training corps are where Mikasa once lived, so she revisited here. Revisit the bits and pieces of what you have experienced here.

Mikasa looked at the moonlight in front of him and sighed softly. Everything that has passed is like moonlight sprinkled from the sky, and bit by bit it has regained into my heart.

Thinking of the night he had spent here with Liu Mengchao, the slender and strong eyebrows wrinkled slightly, forming a delicate Sichuan character.

"Are you really dead, Liu Mengchao......"

Mikasa walked slowly and walked under the tree where Liu Mengchao once sit, like hands carved from mutton fat and white jade, stroking the uneven trunk bit by bit, Mikasa didn't speak, just sighed softly. As if sensing Mikasa's mood, a leaf slowly fell from the treetops, flickering left and right, but unhindered towards the ground.

Mikasa looked at the suddenly falling leaves and was suddenly stunned.

The black eyes reflected the moonlight, and in the glow of the moonlight, there was a maple leaf slowly falling. The color of this maple leaf is so bright red, like the blood that I have seen on the battlefield before, and like the color of my own eyes when I have red eyes.

The hand, unconsciously stretched out, still fell from the already red maple leaf to his palm.

A smile quietly climbed the corner of Mikasa's mouth, like a maple leaf that fell steadily in the palm of her hand, quiet and elegant, like moonlight but more lonely than moonlight.

"Are you really dead? Or is it ...... Want to say goodbye to me? ”

Mikasa looked at the red leaves in his palm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, like a butterfly whose wings were wet with dew in the early morning, a little difficult, but tenacious to fly.

She was reluctant to grieve, because grief did not suit the legend that had just happened. The entire Anthropocene realm is rejoicing, and only oneself is ...... Only yourself......

"Are you really unwilling to even say a word to me?"

Mikasa muttered softly to herself, like a snowy wrist climbing up to her shoulder. There was nothing left on her neck. I don't have the scarf that has been with me since I was a child. It's just that......

Mikasa subconsciously shook his head, and now every time he thought of the scarf around his neck, the figure of Liu Mengchao would suddenly appear in his mind.

At that time, what kind of person was he, with a single sword in front of him? His expression at that time, was it helplessness, pain, expectation, or longing?

Did he look back at me? Has he ever wavered and wanted to give up on me? If not. Why is it that when everything is over, you don't see him? If you really want to give up on me, but what are you for......

Take your own red scarf?

Mikasa can't think of an answer, so she uses a sigh to represent her words.

If the worldly realms are connected by the sky, will we see each other again? If it's really just never again, what will make me remember you?

I couldn't think of an answer, just like the sigh on Mikasa's lips, resentful and tactful, like the maple leaf that had just fallen.

A long sigh. Maple leaves fall.

Mikasa couldn't help but raise his head, looking at the maple leaves falling in front of him, it really seemed to be raining. It's just that......

Why do you suddenly can't see clearly?

Mikasa smiled and shook her head, her fingers gently brushing the corners of her eyes. Crystal clear tears slowly flowed down the white and slender fingers.

The bright red lips pursed slightly, and the tears that slipped from the corners of the eyes had a salty taste, only more bitter. It's so bitter that I can't stop the tears.

The tears could not be stopped. So I want to raise my head, raise my head high, and let the tears flow only in my own eye sockets. It will not go down the river, and it will not burst the embankment on itself.

Mikasa is a strong person, and strong people are even more reluctant to shed their own tears. Because these tears always represent weakness, and weakness is something Mikasa doesn't like.

So her head was raised very high, almost completely raising her own, and her slender black hair hung straight down, like a waterfall flowing downstream.

Really want to see the moonshine...... Moonlight in tears......

Mikasa thought to herself, and opened her eyes vigorously, and the tears flowed immediately. As soon as he slipped through the corners of his sad eyes, he came to his cheeks, which were stained with tears.

It's just that the corners of his mouth, which should have been tightly pursed, suddenly stopped.

Because the corners of the mouth are curling, gently, slightly, like a small flower exposed in the morning, it trembles carefully after being blown by the wind.

Red......

This was Mikasa's first feeling when she opened her eyes.

So familiar......

Mikasa said softly, but his eyes could no longer be separated.

It was his own scarf, the scarf that was once tied around his neck and was taken away by Liu Mengchao. The ...... A scarf that I thought I would never see again. Now it appeared in front of his eyes again.

The red scarf hangs from the treetops, a bit like a ......

"It's kind of like a bridge, isn't it?"

"I knew you were coming. I know the way. ”

Mikasa neither looked back nor said it out loud. She knew that the person who spoke was behind her, and she could feel his breath, his heartbeat, everything about him. There's no reason why Mikasa is a way to know that he can feel it.

"It's because there's a bridge that connects us."

This is the answer of the man behind him.

He raised his hand, his slender fingers pointing to the red scarf hanging from the treetops. It's a bridge that connects two people unconsciously.

Whether you like to admit it or not, this is the way it is.

"Liu Mengchao ......"

Mikasa chuckled, with indescribable tenderness in her tone. She called Liu Mengchao's name softly, but her wrist was already raised.

The moonlight at that time was so warm, as if a little brighter would illuminate her shy face. Mikasa didn't feel shy, but felt that his cheeks were a little hot, slightly hot.

The slender plain hand slowly unfastened the buckle in front of the twin peaks, and with a click, the clothes slid off the skin smoother than silk, revealing skin whiter than the moonlight.

"Don't say anything, and I don't want to hear it."

Mikasa spoke slowly, with an order that could not be refused. She was stunned, as if she was savoring her gradually fermenting mood, as well as the emotion that touched her heartbeat.

A flush began to fade slowly with the quiet flow of time, like the most secret skin behind the ears, then to Mikasa's slender neck, and then all the way down to the slender, smooth back, slender waist, rounded buttocks, and at the end of the slender and powerful legs.

There is only one back, but it seems to be a quietly burning flame.

The quietly burning flame turned around, and the eyes that were soaked with tears also burned at this moment.

And now, the flame spoke.

"You want me."

As the words fell, Mikasa gently pushed it out with both hands.

Ryu Mengchao fell in response, and Mikasa had already stepped up.

Too much sorrow, too much worry, too much entanglement, but at this moment it turned into her tears and sweat, wanting to vent to her heart's content on this quiet night.

She doesn't want Liu Mengchao to say anything, and she doesn't want Liu Mengchao to do anything. She only needs this moment, tell Liu Mengchao everything about herself, don't see her again, don't see her again.

This is the language of Mikasa's body, and it is also the language of her soul.

The first sound was so high, Mikasa trembled, her skin flushed red like a rose, her bright red lips opened slightly, and her eyes became more gentle.

She leaned down and slowly kissed Liu Mengchao's lips, every inch, every minute, every hour, every second.

"Hold me tight."

Mikasa is ordering, and Yanagi Mengchao is complying.

The arm tightly wrapped around Mikasa's slender waist, feeling the girl constantly moving in front of him, Liu Mengchao only felt that his soul began to rise high at this moment, and the higher it was, the more rapid it became.

Where they cling together, they are like the tide of the sea.

Slowly swelled, straight to the shore, and then there was a bang of endless waves.

After the waves splashed, the tide slowed down slightly, receding bit by bit, with a slightly heavy breathing, because they knew that the tide would be bigger and more turbulent in the next second.

The waves crashed against the rocks, and the sound became heavier and thicker, like the moonlight in the sky, and it continued to become richer, and the milky white moonlight shone on the ground, but reflected a red color like roses.

The breathing is getting tighter and tighter, the temperature is getting warmer and warmer, it's not hot, but it's warm, it's warm.

Mikasa only felt that his waist no longer had any strength, and it was still softly driven by the fit of his hand, like a rising tide that was getting higher and higher, constantly rising, rising, and rising.

This tide rose higher and higher, higher and higher, higher and higher in the sky, higher than the sound, and higher than the road.

Slightly confused, their eyes suddenly opened, and Mikasa and Yanagi Mengchao's eyes saw the red scarf hanging high on the treetops at the same time.

It's like a bridge.

This thought flashed through the hearts of the two, and in the next second, they had already felt the scenery under the bridge.

Under the red bridge, a warm current suddenly surged.

This warm current, gushing out, brought a long, contented moan. (To be continued......)

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Uh-huh...... This is a chapter I've always wanted to write...... I'm going to have to reverse the image that won't write H, uh-huh!! That's it......

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