The exquisite red porcelain tea bowl fell to the ground, and the tea flowed thinly. He, who was extremely proud among the clouds and mist in the misty fairyland in the past, held his hand in his palm. His palm was warm and slightly sweaty. His beautiful eyes were smiling, "Qingshu, Qingshu, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep your memory with my borrowed memories."
Qingshu took her hand away from his, her handsome eyebrows knitted, and her slender white fingers pointed towards the red porcelain bowl on the ground, "Ning Heluan, you dropped my only tea set in heaven."
Heluan hugged Qingshu's slender waist from behind, lifted up a lock of black and smooth hair and gently sniffed it at the tip of his nose, smelling the light fragrance of plum blossoms. "Then how about I compensate you? How about I keep doing it for hundreds of years?"
He lowered his head and circled his fingertips along the mouth of the teapot.
One lap.
Two laps.
Three laps.
Qingshu just said nothing and her long eyelashes were half open and half closed.
The arms around his waist tightened a little more, He Luan's cheek was buried in his neck, and his voice was anxious, "Qingshu, please say hello to me, say hello to me, Qingshu, I don't remember, you dislike me for not remembering, I'm already looking, looking for you." Qingshu heard him let out a long sigh, "Qingshu, you know, I hate to forget what happened thousands of years ago."
Raising his head, Qingshu's cold starry eyes were full of doubts, and he asked, "Heluan, has it been a thousand years?"
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