The Bright Moon Crosses Me

Goodbye first love, now an old person. The handsome face in front of her, pale, dignified, gentle and cold, was so familiar to Lu Mingyue. He was the only man she loved to the core, and the waves were turbulent, drowning her. As everyone knows, Zhou Zeshu never cared about her from the beginning. Even when they broke up, he only received the words "Love, never." But now, death pushed him in front of him. Lu Mingyue was dressed in holy white. Finally, she picked up the scalpel and removed a bullet from Zhou Zeshu's heart. Later, this worry disappeared. - As the long night burned, Zhou Zeshu lifted Lu Mingyue's long hair, stretched his hand across her collarbone, and took out a bullet stained with his blood. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes were blazing: "You still like to collect my things so much." Zhou Zeshu lowered his eyes, and the hot breath rippled on Lu Mingyue's earlobe, which was as bad as it was back then. "How about you accept me as well?" - Whether things are people but not people, everything will stop, or things are not people, but scenery will last forever. Who becomes whose light? All I know is that it snowed heavily that winter. Zhou Zeshu walked through the white fog and stood in front of Lu Mingyue. The tip of his nose was red and his eyebrows were frosted. He shrouded her in his figure. "Ayue, let's get to know each other again." Zhou Zeshu raised his hand and gently rubbed the tail of Lu Mingyue's red eyes with his thumb, meeting those bright and clear almond eyes. "Hello, I'm Zhou Zeshu who wants to chase you." ——There are traces to follow, the dark river is always bright, and the bright moon crosses it. Intention: Make progress every day and study hard