That night, on a hill not far away, Feng Zheng, dressed in white, sat among the pines with his arms around Mo Lan, brushing the dust off her face and watching the cold moonlight shine on her body. She still had a face as bright as ice and snow, as calm as floating clouds, and her eyebrows were still like a crescent moon, but her star-like eyes could no longer be opened.
Looking up to the sky and taking another sip of wine, Feng Zheng's eyes glowed with a halo under the moonlight. He looked at the night scene alone and murmured: "The scenery is pretty good tonight. Looking up at the bright moon among the pines and looking down at the clear spring rocks must be your favorite!"
Looking back at Mo Lan, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, as if he would wake up with a loud laugh at any moment, jump out of his arms, and laugh at him mischievously: "Idiot, I'm just teasing you!"
Thinking this way, Feng Zheng's arms tightened subconsciously, but his cold body did not move at all——
Friends who can't wait to see the ending of "Mu Yun" can read here first, followed by Chapter 38 of the main text——
Although I did it on a whim, I finally dug a hole into a grave, which is still worthy of celebration——
Of course, if the text continues all the way through, the ending will not be the same as here.
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