Fengyue Xiaoyu
Text Ling Wuyi
The color of the moonlight, the fragrance of women, the sound of jade flutes, and the increasingly desolate night. The step-by-step process points to an unpredictable future. Maybe time has been reversed since the moment of time travel.
"I just experienced the history that was arranged for me over a period of time, and for you, history will never allow a passer-by beyond time to slightly change what it has determined. The girl sat on the eaves, playing sad music on the flute in her hand. Although the corners of her mouth were raised slightly, it revealed a sense of sadness. Under the bright moonlight, the tears on the corners of the girl's mouth shone like gems: maybe, this time, she could no longer stop the unexpected ending. . In fact, I have been drifting with the flow, and I am not as strong as I pride myself on. Will this decisive battle last forever, or will we never see each other again? Should I say goodbye for the last time, or leave like this...