Dust Free

"I was a Kyoto musician. After falling into the river, I possessed a book and became a book demon." Regarding her own past, the book demon only remembered this sentence. This sentence is like a brand, written in black and white on the book she is attached to. Except for this line of small characters, there is only one name. Every time I read it, my heart is throbbing for a long time. Bei Luo Xin Pavilion. The only daughter of the chief minister of the cabinet, the proud daughter of heaven who was favored by thousands of people, drowned inexplicably in a poetry meeting. The government documents about this drowning were vague and vague. She needs the truth and... She needs this person. His heart felt like it was being stabbed again and again by a blunt knife in cold water, numb, and throbbing with unbearable pain. She knew why she was so persistent. Even though she had no memory of herself, a distinct figure appeared in her sight again and again like a tattoo. "Since sister is no longer a trickster, sister Xiran can't continue screaming." The man's back was to the sun, his eyebrows were curved beautifully, and he was wearing a red dress that was more dazzling than the sun. There was a goldfish tied with goose-yellow thread hanging on the skirt. "Call me... Ah Qi." The past memories were entangled together, causing her forehead to ache. "Sister Ah Qi!" The person listened, raised a bright smile, and shouted briskly. "Yeah." The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. "Sister Ah Qi... I'm going to get married." The person's smile could not be clearly seen, but she was still smiling, but it was no longer as bright as the sun. "He is the prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is said that he has a face like a crown jewel, a humble gentleman, is proficient in poetry and painting, and is considerate of the people. He also personally asked for orders to provide relief to the people affected by the disaster." "But... I don't like him. I don't want to leave here..." "But the girl's family always has to marry someone." She was silent for a while and said with a smile. He raised his hand to touch the head of the person in front of him, but his hand suddenly froze in mid-air. The man suddenly fell silent, slightly lowering his water-clear eyes, biting his lower lip. After a long time, he finally raised his head, with rippling autumn water in his eyes. "Sister..." "Then..." "Can you marry me?" The stars in that man's eyes. Ripples in the water. Black hair scattered under the water. A skirt that blooms like a flower. Under the water waves, there is the goose-yellow goldfish that no longer jumps with the owner's every move and smile. Intention: There is no such thing as a dead end, only a two-way journey beyond life and death.