Ahh

My head is about to explode!

Mu Chujin opened her voice and shouted, at this moment, she needs to vent! Need to talk! But in this strange world, who to talk to, and who should trust? If you take a wrong step, you may not recover, how did the fiery red lotus on your chest come about? It's like a ticking time bomb that can blow itself up when you're unprepared!

Mu Chujin sat numbly on the stone bench in the backyard, looking up at the inky black sky, I don't know if he was looking at the same sky as himself, I really want to go back, I'm afraid that for the rest of his life, it will just be extravagant. The corners of his mouth hooked, and there was an indescribable bitterness in his mouth.

"Why is it alone here?" On a silent summer night, that question was magnetic and beautiful, as if it had the magic of calming people's hearts, giving Mu Chujin an inexplicable sense of security.

"I'm looking at the stars in the sky." Mu Chujin didn't look back, he knew that the man must be observing himself at this moment, trying to find his flaws, she must be calm.

"Princess, can you allow Rong Xue to sit here?" The man said elegantly, as if everything would not affect him, in Mu Chujin's eyes, she suddenly felt that the man in front of her had no extra emotions except for smiling.

"Hmm." Mu Chujin nodded, and immediately looked at the dark sky.

Feng Rongxue didn't speak, just sat quietly opposite, the elegant sleeve robe of green bamboo dancing with the wind, and in the refreshing summer night, it set off a bit of dusty beauty.

"Why don't you speak?" Mu Chujin turned his head curiously and looked at him in a daze, what was he thinking in his head? Do you have any secrets about yourself?

"Life is like a dream and an illusion, morning is like morning dew and twilight is like sunset. Princess, do you want to see everything well? Feng Rongxue persuaded faintly, but her slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of seeing through the vicissitudes of the world.

Mu Chujin was slightly stunned, and her eyebrows froze, "But there are many helplessness in life, and we always can't resist the arrangement of fate." The slender amateur hand plucked a small pink flower, and Dancôme's fingernails gently crushed the petals, so that the fingertips were full of flower juice.

Feng Rongxue took out a plain handkerchief from her sleeve, unfolded it carefully, smoothed out every wrinkle, elegantly grabbed Mu Chujian's hand, and gently wiped it.

Seeing that the slender jade hand moved slightly, Mu Chujin wanted to pull his hand out, but was desperately pulled by the man in front of him, "Princess, don't worry, wait for Rong Xue to wipe you clean." The man said gracefully, and his eyes were casual and leisurely.

The rhinestone-like eyes looked at the man in front of him, what kind of heart was hidden under his gentle appearance? Although Feng Rongxue is gentle on the surface, he gives people a sense of distance, and he is gentle with others, which is also a manifestation of alienation from others? It's just a different approach.

The inky blue sky is hung with a crescent moon, and the gray clouds are like stained ink, and there are a few twinkling stars hanging on the horizon.

Suddenly, a meteor pierced the night sky, brilliant like fireworks, dragging its slender tail and falling on the edge of the inky blue sky.