"Little brother, do you think I can cultivate immortality together? Then ride the yellow crane to the sky."
He said: "Okay, I will accompany you."
14-Year-old Lingxi told 17-year-old Li Ye on the Yellow Crane Tower that her smile was so transparent and bright, which warmed his ice-like heart.
It is the only sunshine in his dark world, the light he wants to protect for the rest of his life.
When her family suffered a tragedy, he accompanied her as her bodyguard; when she went up the mountain to become a disciple, he accompanied her as her senior brother; when she became a demon for him, he accompanied her and together they were doomed.
"Look, little brother, the sunset at the Yellow Crane Tower is still so beautiful. Does it look like my red clothes?" She smiled wildly, but she was trying to cover up the unstoppable desolation under her eyes.
"..." Silent.
"Am I beautiful?" Every word he said seemed to be exhausted.
He was speechless, just watching her slowly die under the sword and return to dust.
As the sky and the earth gradually fell silent, he picked her up and murmured: "You are as beautiful in my heart as when we first met."
This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss.
The world is so big that she can no longer be found. The country is picturesque, but it can never compare to that unfinished sentence.