"I am alone and become a puddle of turbid water."
Xue Wujiu was hidden behind her back, bowing his head and staring silently at the red dress that was blown up by the wind.
Maybe it was because the wind tonight was too gentle and emotionless, or maybe it was because the wine disrupted her careful thoughts, that she quietly opened the door to the prince's heart.
He lowered his eyes and whispered: "How can a cold spring degrade itself into turbid water?"
The stars on the river are lonely, a wisp of the moon is reflected in it, and the wind is slightly rippled.
She tucked up her sleeves and said calmly: "The spring water is no bigger than the mouth of the well, and leaves, dust, and rain fall into it. As time goes by, the water inside is no longer cold, so how can it not be called turbid water?"
He was silent for a moment. After a moment, he cupped his hand again and said softly: "If you are the turbid water, I am the mud holding the turbid water."
Her eyelashes trembled, she turned sideways and looked away.
He raised his head and looked into her eyes.
The moonlight is clear, the river surface is sparkling, the breeze is rippling, and the light and shadow are hazy.
In a moment, all the words came out of my heart, flowing in the pouring moonlight.
Purpose: Big heroine