His Name

Chaotic Neutral Natural Danxiang × Full of Thoughts "Love Brain" Heavy Sleep (Qing Mimi is preparing to revise the article) After the destruction of his homeland, Prince Xuanye Zhongmian was rescued by Lang Yu. Chongmian couldn't figure out the thoughts of Boss Lang Yu, and he plotted escape plans again and again. Everyone around him blocked him, but only one person allowed him to escape. That person said--his name was Danxiang. "You are the little Highness of Xuan Ye Jin Zhi Yu Ye. You can do whatever you want. You can leave whenever you want." Dan Xiang smiled and said relaxedly, "I won't stop you. Your legs are on your body. Do you want me to teach you how to run?" It was simple to say, but Chongmian knew that Danxiang would not sympathize with his pain because of his different status. Neither relative nor friend, neither enemy nor friend, Danxiang always watched him from the perspective of a bystander. As Danxiang himself said, Danxiang didn't care who he drew his sword for, who he cried for, or who he felt compassion for. But I want to drag him into the game. I don't want you to leave me, you have to look at me. I want you to cry for me, suffer for me, and step into that raging river for me. People's hearts are not cold, and you don't want to let the flowers wither and the birds break their wings, right? A lonely white rabbit walks here and there. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old. (●—●) Cold, Danxiang only felt cold. The wind came from nowhere and passed through the vast white sea of ​​Jianjia. The light and white Jianjia hung low, causing ripples on the lake. Danxiang stretched out her hand to push aside the barrier blocking the road, and finally saw that familiar figure. His long black hair spread softly in the wind, and his bright red clothes were like a wound torn open by the night wind in this green field. Danxiang looked at him, unable to see his face clearly through the large field of grass. Danxiang called his name, but he did not look back. He stood there lonely, like a lonely wandering soul floating by the Forgotten River. Does he need another person by his side? Danxiang thought that there should be no need. Xuan Ye's last noble highness was placed on the throne and could only be alone. "Jiuro, please take me away." The sudden call interrupted Danxiang's thoughts, and she raised her head blankly. Danxiang only saw thick clouds blocking the sky, and the darkness was pressing on people's hearts - the mountain rain was about to come. "Are you leaving me again?" He was so far away and out of reach, Danxiang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he whispered, "It's you who don't need me anymore." "Yes, Jiuro, I don't need you anymore." Zhongmian's voice was brisk, and the smile on his face was so lively and lovely. Danxiang's throat ached through the layers of obstacles. Intention: to accompany