The forest, which is both real and illusory, is bathed in the clear light of the pouring moonlight.
Among the old trees exuding a desolate atmosphere, a man in a silver-gray gown was lazily leaning against a whirling tree, his thin back curved in an arc. The iron-gray hair emitted a trace of silver under the dark night sky. The long hair flew up with the wind, and then fell down when the wind stopped.
The quietly disappearing night breeze did not disturb his waiting.
In the distance, a slender figure is covered in white moonlight.
The lotus steps move lightly.
A silver bow filled with moonlight was tightly clasped on the woman's shoulder, and her high ponytail trembled slightly behind her step by step.
"Here we come." The man didn't seem to open his eyes, but when the woman's footsteps stopped in front of him, he felt confident that this was the way it should be.
"Well, it's a little late."
"Let's go." The man nodded slightly, it was really too late. The moon has moved into the night, and the original love words have been worn away bit by bit, leaving only the feeling of holding hands.
"Where to go?" The woman lowered her eyebrows and stared at her soft hand, which was slender and slender with clear knuckles. As long as he was willing, he could control the world.
A slight smile appeared on her thin lips, and her eyebrows looked particularly enchanting. The shiny fingertips touched the woman's heart, "I'll come to you," he held her hand and put it against his chest, "You come to me."
The night was silent.
The sound of breathing was shallow and elusive.
Only one or two mountain birds, awakened from their dreams, chirped, and the sound passed through the cold air.