Cold in the upper part of the year and gentle in the lower part of the year HE
In that cold pile of bones, she saw her father and mother.
Finally, Xuan Yu lowered his eyes and gently stretched out his hand to the girl.
"Are you willing to follow me back to Xuanji Palace?"
"There is nothing worth remembering in this world."
At this moment, the sky is getting brighter, and a faint halo shines on her body. She is wearing Xuan Yu's black robe. Her thin body stands in the wind in the wide robe, as if it will be broken by the wind in the next moment.
It seems that at this moment, it is finally a flower, drinking up all the dew and grinding it into dust.
It's just that this flower lost all its stars overnight.
The flowers are tired in the morning and just want to disperse with the wind.
She finally looked back at Xuan Yu and smiled at her, her eyes full of sorrow.
"I don't want to."
Concept: Slow water flows for a long time