I can't fall asleep tossing and turning.

Forget the dust suppressed his breath and buried himself in the soft brocade. There was a faint fragrance on the brocade, and the wisps brushed the tip of the nose of the forgotten dust.

She had never slept on such a quilt, and the things in the Changji Hall were all of the best. But she was lying in such a warm brocade quilt, but it was difficult to sleep.

Her eyes were open in the dark, and her thoughts were like catkins in late spring and early summer.

After a long time, Wangchen lifted the quilt and tiptoed out of bed.

Gently opening the door, she glanced back at Chang Jue, who was still asleep, and turned to walk out.

The Qinning Hall where Chang Jue lives is the palace in the middle of Tianhua Palace, and there is a small fairy pond in the courtyard, rippling with the looming blue waves under the magnolia trees.

Forget the dust stepped on the moon shadow and walked under the flower tree. The night breeze is cool and refreshing. Following the shadows of the trees, she found a clean ground and sat down, ready to be quiet for a while. The moonlight flowed on the surface of the pool, shimmering with a white shimmer.

The wind wrapped in the fragrance of magnolia flowers, pulling the thin skirt on Wangchen's body. Wangchen hugged his knees, rested his face on his knees, and silently watched the ripples on the pool. At this time, she really wanted to enter the illusion, but the illusion was not under her control.

Forget Dust marked the ground with his finger, marking the timing of each illusion. She found that every time the illusion appeared, it was between life and death. It was only when her life was under intense threat that visions entered her mind.

These illusions are so chaotic that every time I forget to extract the dust from them, I can't remember what happened in the illusion. It's like a dream, no matter how hard you try to remember, you can only remember vague shadows.

But Wuchen can feel that she in the illusion is carefree, which she can't think of now. Most of all, in the illusion, she cherished those wings.

She remembered that Xuanzhi could also show his wings in the case of a human body, and he could retract and release them freely.

It was the first time she had encountered a situation where her wings had popped out, but it seemed that she could control it.

Thinking of this, Forget Chen couldn't help but release the pair of wings again, and as soon as the golden wings opened, they immediately covered the light of the moon. Even the bright light on the surface of the fairy pond looked dim under the light of the wings.

"What a strong light...... "Oblivion's stupid whisper.

The strong sense of belonging intoxicated Forgotten Dust, and she felt something surging in her chest, urging her to flap her wings. She seems to have been born with this kind of splendor, a dazzling light.

The majestic wildness and wanton emotions churned in the heart of Forgotten Dust.

She was inspired and attracted by the strength in her heart, and the whole person seemed to be breaking free from some invisible bondage.

The soaring desire spread from his heart to his limbs, and he could hear it, and his blood was boiling. It seems that every drop of blood is roaring, rushing into the sky, flying high up, where it really belongs.

Some people are destined to be born for the light, and she doesn't know if she is such a person. But for a moment, she wanted to drop everything and fly away from here.

"Will you believe me?"

In a trance, in Wangchen's mind, Chang Jue's words suddenly sounded.

Little by little, the wings were retracted, the light and shadow dimmed, and there was silence in all directions. Forget Chen sighed and sat back on the ground.

It's better to believe him for the sake of osmanthus cake.

I just sat like this for I don't know how long, the moonlight gradually faded, and the lilac climbed into the sky. Wangchen stared at the magnolia petals on the ground in a daze, but saw a pair of four-seam white deerskin boots stepping on the broken flowers.

She looked up at the white deer towards his boots, he was wearing a azure brocade robe with dark cloud sleeves. Covered with a blue satin cardigan on a white background, neatly tied in a white jade belt. The waist is tied with a simple flower knot and long tassel silk.

If you don't look at his personality, just look at his clothes and appearance, Chang Jue is very similar to the pampered and noble family that can't be touched by a little dust in the mortal world. Or the kind of young master who stretches out his hand in clothes and opens his mouth when he eats.

Although it was actually about the same, every time he saw the cold look on his face, Forget Chen would still unconsciously want to retreat.

Chang Jue looked at her silently, and saw that she had timidly retreated behind the flower tree, and that her clothes were crumpled and stained with mud and grass branches, and that she had obviously sat here for most of the night.

"It's more exposed, and next time you wear more and come out to admire the moon. Chang Jue turned around and walked to the edge of the pool, looking up to see the moon that was about to disappear.

Forget Chen followed his gaze and also looked at the moon, in the faint glow, the moon seemed to be covered with a layer of pink and white, melting in the morning glow, it was difficult to distinguish.

It's dawn, and it's late to admire the moon.

If he had come half an hour earlier, he might have been able to see the moon in real time.

Forget Chen withdrew his gaze disapprovingly, and turned his head, only to find that he was looking at her. It was the same enthusiastic gaze, as bright as the glow of the sun, and as clear as the water of the pool.

She leaned against the flower tree, slowly lowered her eyes, and kicked the stones on the ground with her toes.

Chang Jue looked at her lowered face, her long eyelashes covering her beautiful pupils, and she didn't mean to look at him again at all. The corners of his stubborn lips were pursed, and it seemed that the pressure had not disappeared at all, and he was not ready to pay attention to him.

"I know you don't want to see me. As you wish, I will go to the Demon Realm and visit southern and northern Sichuan, and I will be back for as little as half a month or as much as two months. ”

Forget the dust didn't react at all, as if he hadn't heard it, he continued to kick the stone on the ground, as long as the strength was right, the stone kicked to the root of the tree, and he would bounce back. This stone is much more interesting than the man in front of him.

Chang Jue had no choice but to pick up his own words, and continued helplessly: "I don't have an enchantment this time, Yamago and Lan Lu are in the Mountain Temple, if you are happy, you can go and see them." ”

Hearing this, Forget Chen's feet suddenly paused, and his face was slightly filled with joy. But he quickly reverted his face back to the way it was, and looked disdainfully at the fingers resting on the trunk of the tree.

"I don't have enchantments, I just want you to be happy, it doesn't mean you can run around. Tianhua Palace and Mountain Temple, you can only go to these two places. And again, fold your wings. ”

Forget the dust pursed his lips and made a gesture to continue kicking the stones on the ground. Chang Jue lost his patience and walked straight towards her.

Only then did she know that she was afraid, so she obediently withdrew her feet under the hem of her clothes, and walked back in circles with him around the flower tree. Like a mouse seeing a cat, far away, it can also make a little petty, and as soon as it gets closer, it begins to run around.

Chang Jue was laughed at by her, and simply stopped: "Then I'll go." ”

There was still no sound, Chang Jue sighed lightly and turned to leave.

Forget Chen's back against the magnolia tree, listening to his footsteps gradually drifting away, then slowly walked out from behind the tree, stared at his back, and unconsciously followed a few steps in his direction.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared behind the courtyard gate that she paused and stood there, looking at the place where he had disappeared for a long time.