The bright moon has risen outside, and the moonlight is as bright as water, just like that snowy night.
Gently pushing open the ajar door and turning on the light, I saw Qing Ruochen sitting on the floor in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with her knees in her arms. The sudden light made her raise her head, her gaze seemed to come from an extremely empty wilderness, lonely and lonely.
I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully, and found that there was no loneliness at all, it was clearly a slight mockery with a hint of a chuckle.
She stood up neatly and neatly: "What? Didn't you disturb your beloved's night?"
Finally, a song winds up and becomes a sorrow, and I wake up from my sweet dream in a hurry. Looking back, the stars are sinking and the moon is setting, and I wonder about the vastness.
Seek the path to immortality and cherish your beauty. Hua Xu's tears are hurt by you. If the world of mortals can be freed from hatred, why would they become immortals? They would only envy mandarin ducks.