At the end of the path is the courtyard where Bai Qiyue lived, and his footsteps stopped at the gate of the courtyard, and he could not step again. His eyes were fixed on the slender and upright figure in the courtyard, and he couldn't take his eyes off for a long time.

They hadn't seen each other for days, and today somehow, unconsciously, they walked out of the courtyard where he lived. Although she has been to the palace every day in the past few days, she has never stepped into his courtyard for half a step, she knows that he should not be comfortable these days, she wants to run up like this, and ask: Are you okay.

But she was afraid, afraid of his rejection. As proud as he was, he must have thought that her care was nothing but a form of pity.

The fallen leaves fall gracefully in front of your eyes, and you can see its clear lines, drawing shallow marks of fate in the air.

The moment the leaves fell, she slowly turned around, looked back at the path covered with fallen leaves, and smiled faintly: I will wait until the day when you are willing to appear in front of me.

Just as he was about to take a step, a clear voice suddenly came from behind him: "Where are you going?" ”

Eh, hearing the sound of the painting, he suddenly stopped, and when he looked at the courtyard again, the man who was originally facing away from her had turned around for some time, and his deep eyes were staring at her for a moment.

The sexy thin lips were pursed almost in a straight line, and she knew that whenever he was upset, he always pursed his lips like this. Now, she knew that it must have been her rash visit that upset him, and immediately smiled awkwardly: "Don't get me wrong, I, I just went around and didn't expect to come here unconsciously." I really didn't mean to, you ......."

Before the woman could finish speaking, the man interrupted, "You come in." Although the voice was faint, it revealed an unmistakable determination.

Dye Hua was stunned for a moment, and Fang walked towards the courtyard step by step.

Walked a few steps away from the man and stood still, his clear eyes staring at the man's deep narrow eyes, no one spoke, just looked at each other quietly. At this moment, no amount of words is as good as the starlight flowing under each other's eyes.

Sometimes, silence is closer to the distance of the heart.

After looking at each other for a long time, Bai Qiyue Fang slowly stretched out his hand and said, "Come here." There was a faint tenderness in Qingling's voice.

looked at the man's outstretched hand, but seeing that hand was so good-looking, people couldn't take their eyes off it, the slender fingers were distinct, and the bones were distinct, and at first glance, they were very skinny.

After staring at that hand for a long time, she slowly stretched out her jade hand and put it into the man's outstretched big hand. Xu was standing outside for a long time, and the man's hands were very cold, almost stabbing her. She's afraid of the cold, and that's understandable.

The man took her hand and turned to walk into the house. Dye Painted followed him into the room, and he let go of her hand.

Dye began to look carefully at the room in front of her, it was the first time she had come to his room, but she saw that the room was elegantly furnished without losing its luxury.

One of the most eye-catching is the picture of a lady hanging on the wall, in which the woman's eyebrows and eyes are curved, and her lips are smiling. The black hair hangs down the shoulders, and the lilac clothes are lined with femininity. The corners of the clothes are flying, fluttering, and out of the dust. It's just that the woman in the painting has a sense of déjà vu.

Especially the eyebrows and eyes, which look like her. But she was sure that the person in the painting was not her. Although the painting is well preserved, it can still be seen that the ink has begun to fade in some places.

When he could see the gods, the man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Dye Hua hurriedly turned around and smiled awkwardly: "I'm just looking at this ......"