His steps were in a hurry, and the sun rising from the temple was so dazzling that it was hard for him to open his eyes.

When he reached the last step of the ladder, he stumbled a little and almost tripped over. He didn't have any other leisure to steady his pace, and then he hurriedly stretched out his hand to push the Zhu Men away.

With a "squeak", all that was captured was dazzling vermilion. The open door slammed into the secondary door, making a dull echo.

She sat in a corner of the temple, alone in front of the dressing mirror.

Yue Beihuai paused, squeezed out a voice from his throat, and said very hoarsely: "Nan Tang." ”

She turned around slowly, and although there was delicate makeup on her face, it still couldn't hide a trace of her haggardness. She pretended to be casual and curled her lips, and said, "Who is the Seventh Prince looking for?" There is only Gao Yunjian's sister here. ”

The corner of Yue Beihuai's eyes twitched, and he couldn't catch Mu Nantang's eye waves. At this time, she was like a puppet without a soul, bewitching but ethereal, but in this way, he felt that she had controlled all his emotions.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Mu Nancheng turned back first. She inadvertently glanced at the two blurred figures in the bronze mirror, and then lowered her head to open the box as if she was evading, and the hand that was about to take the rouge paused.

It turned out that what was in this box was the piece of beauty jade that Uncle Jiu gave him, and then it was replaced by the piece of jade that Yue Beihuai gave him, but what he put now is rouge that symbolizes marriage.

Sure enough, there is no way for people to guess their future.

She closed the box decisively, and then stood up without a touch of her lips.

The moment she stood up, darkness surged in front of her eyes, and then it disappeared again. It's just that she still feels that everything in this world is gray, and only he who stands silently at the door is so clear.

Mu Nancheng bowed to him, and then was about to walk down the stairs around him, but his hand was tightly held by him.

She looked sideways at him, and Yue Beihuai's forehead had tiny green tendons bursting out because of forbearance. Her heart was sour, is there any point in missing him now, who is often quiet and unfazed?

Yue Beihuai took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm, he asked, "Don't you have anything to say to me?" ”

Mu Nanju raised his head slightly, looked at the gray sky, and after a long time, said, "Take care." ”

"Very well, you can go."

Yue Beihuai's tone was self-deprecating, and then he decisively let go of her hand.

Mu Nancheng nodded a little woodenly, but he didn't dare to stay, and walked step by step on the long steps that Yuebei Huai had just walked.

Yue Beihuai, who was standing in place, looked back at Mu Nan Tang, who was gradually moving away, her surroundings seemed to be rendered by ink, only plain black and white. The only scarlet in the monotonous world is her wedding dress, and the sedan chariot that has begun to move forward.

He silently said, "Goodbye, my Mu Nan Tang." Then he sat on the long steps a little weakly, slowly adjusting to the pain of his heart being hollowed out.

And Mu Nantang, who was gradually moving away, still couldn't suppress the yuang in her heart after all, she pushed Che Xuan and looked back at where he was.

She looked at the lonely figure, and finally understood that she couldn't come back, otherwise how many fetters would she have to bring him?

Life is as it was when I first saw it, and yesterday's proverbs were reduced to melancholy.