Chu Xiaoyao looked at the moon as peacefully as a statue. The breeze blew, and the long hair and robes of the people around him were gently fluttering. Then, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Yu. Zuo Xiaoyu could not have imagined that this person's real smile would be so warm and gentle. His eyes, those dark eyes, were shining like stars at the moment. Xiao Yu only felt that his whole body was about to sink into those eyes. He should be seen like this in dreams. This kind of him should be something we only dare to dream of in fairy tales. Xiao Yu's heart seemed to be stabbed hard. A twinge of pain. With such gentleness, Xiao Yu is willing to give his life to feel and protect him. Yes, she does.