Qingyu was wrapped in a fox fur coat and half leaning on the pearwood chair, and his legs were covered with a lambskin rolling ball jacquard blanket that is abundant in Nanban.
The cheeks were rosy due to the charcoal fire, making her face even more pale. The young master is yandere, so he certainly has a charming appearance.
The letter paper was rubbed with fingers. His words are getting harsher:
"Gu Jianqing is really someone who can't stand up to the wall. Where did all the fierceness towards me in the early years go. Tsk, tsk, are you reluctant to let go of my beautiful and well-behaved little lover?"
Slender fingers swiped hard on the eyes, rubbing the large areas of delicate skin red. He hid his little face between his fingers to create a false sense of tenderness, and said in a muffled voice after a while: "The tea is cold, please take it all together. Pour it out and replace it with a new one and then refill it."
The voice was as gentle as the falling flowers on the chessboard, but it was warmed in the chest, making every word hot.
It is said that at that time, you and I also had green bamboos and talked to each other about childhood sweethearts to the sound of rain;
At that time, you and I also had white plum blossoms, new mings and white eyebrows;
Talking about that time, you and I also had red candles and listened to fishermen's songs and laughed lightly at the mortal world;
Laugh at the time, laugh at the time, who frivolously ignores the time?
When all the old things have been sealed away by dust, should we wrap up our lives together, or should we not look back and never look back?