Outside the window, the cold moonlight shone through the green window screen on Ling Feng's pale and handsome face; the breeze blew through several phoenix-tailed bamboos in front of the window, and the bamboo shadows were shimmering. Although it was early spring, Mei Ji clearly felt a chill. She looked at Ling Feng sleeping soundly, as innocently and quietly as a baby. Suddenly, a trace of melancholy filled her heart, wishing that time would stop forever. Then, she can wait for him like this; maybe, he is just like his name, Ling Feng. Ling Yun Qingfeng, the wind that cannot be grasped, will not stay for anyone. But since she knew her life experience, she no longer had any illusions. She was just one of the millions of plum blossoms parasitic on the plum trees. She had no life at all. Without the magic power of the devil, she would have turned into clay long ago. Maybe one day in the future, when the black ice breaks, her end will come, and she will have to return the fairy bone essence that belongs to Fairy Simei. By that time, she had nothing but a broken body, which eventually returned to the earth.
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