"Tick tock... Tick tock..."
I don't know how long I have been in the wet place. The water pressure rushed through my cold body, causing my heart to ache as if it was torn apart. Strange, what's going on? Why so sad...
The air was filled with the sound of a flute that sounded like weeping, with a hint of charm, as if calling for something, so I got up and walked on the lotus in a night that was as cool as light rain.
The Huxin Pavilion under the colorful lights was unexpectedly deserted. I saw a young man wearing a white shirt. He had beautiful eyebrows and a jade flute on his waist.
I heard him call: "Mo Qing..."
Fog rose from his eyes, and some long-gone past events were shattered.
"Tick tock..."
It's raining.
I laughed at myself.
Even if he transforms into a demon, so what?