Limited to 500 words Kapok is flying all over the sky. At first glance, it looks like a cluster of flames, red but not charming. A kapok flower slowly floated down and fell into the hands of a beautiful woman. The woman smelled the fragrance of the flower, leaned her head on the shoulder of the man playing the piano next to her, twirled her fingers around his hair, and said with a sweet smile: "She raised her right hand with the bracelet on it and asked softly: "Why did you give me this bracelet? "
The man stopped playing the piano with his hands, picked up a painting beside him, and said: "Because only you deserve to have it. Look, does it look like you? The woman took the painting, her smile became even brighter, and she said, "Like." "
The man smiled without saying a word and stretched out his fingers to lightly stroke the woman's eyebrows. Yes, this is his Mu Mian, always so beautiful, with such an intoxicating smile.
But...
"I beg you, I beg you, don't hurt him. It was my fault that I let him do this. Everything is my fault. "Mu Mian kept crying and kowtowing to beg him. She looked at the sword in his hand in panic, knelt and crawled in front of him, grabbing the corners of his clothes with trembling hands, hoping that he would still have a trace of compassion. However, she was wrong, Duanmuling still raised the sword in his hand and stabbed Yan Feng in the chest. Mu Mian watched everything happen but was unable to stop it. His mind went blank for a moment and he passed out.
Mu Mian stood on the edge of the cliff angrily and fell down the cliff with resentment. When Duanmuling arrived, it was already too late. His heart was in pain as if it was torn apart, and there were tears of regret in his eyes.