"I vaguely remember the way the apricot blossoms danced in your long hair. It was so beautiful that I fell in love with you. It's like the remaining memories of the past life, you should belong to me." Mo Zhiqi's voice was light, but his eyes were filled with suppressed and crazy emotions.
Lan Xue's hair was messy, and she was still stunningly beautiful even though she was in such a miserable state. She was in disbelief, and the corners of her mouth raised in sarcasm, as if she had heard some funny joke. "Hahahaha, you like me, tell me, you like me? On the alien planet, you are the Prince of the Moon, and I am the Princess of the Moon. But in the current Cangxuan Continent, you are from the Fire Tribe, and I am from the Wind Tribe. There are so many things separating us, and we are feuding, do you know?"
