He saw heavy snow falling in the dark night, and the moonlight was blurred in the snow.
This is a courtyard he is familiar with. A clear and shallow water channel winds through it, and fallen flowers float on the water and slowly flow away.
He saw the young man standing behind the flower tree, his clothes fluttering in the breeze, and his dark hair mixed with pink and white petals. He couldn't help but be surprised, and then walked forward quickly and came to him.
Then the young man showed him a familiar and gentle smile, which quickly passed over the corners of his eyes and eyebrows like the hazy moonlight. The young man broke off the flower branch in front of his breath and gently held it in his hand as if to hand it to him.
He felt that his eyes were moistened in an instant, so he reached out his hand to touch the face he had not seen for many years. One eyebrow and one look are exactly the same as in the memory.
However, he didn't have time to touch the face. In that short second, the flower branch suddenly fell to the ground, and a shuriken flew out of the young man's sleeve and plunged straight into his chest. The warm blood drowned out the "Brother" he had not yet called out, and the falling flowers quickly covered the young man's face.
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