[Mu Hui/Jiang Yan/Xu Xingbai] × [An Ning/Nanning/Shu Ning]
The wind on autumn nights is always like this, desolate and lonely.
The autumn wind picked up a fallen leaf, bringing with it a little bit of dust, and when it touched the young man's slightly immature body, it was like the clear river water blowing on his face, silently letting the sporadic sleepiness just now gradually fade away.
"Are you that sleepy? It took the wind so long to wake you up."
Tranquility did not respond.
The bright moon was shining high, and the warm light stretched the shadows of the two people very long.
Mu Hui followed her gaze, puzzled.
"Pour it out."
"Look." She pointed at the two long shadows and said seriously: "We have grown up." It can be considered a kind of growing up.
It was rare for her to call his cousin like this. This call made his body stiffen. After he reacted, he coughed twice.
"Does this count as growing up?"
"You're still young, why don't you just enjoy the moment? Little troublemaker."
"Not good."
He won't know. She doesn't know that she is really insignificant now. She can only stare at many things and can't do anything. It would be great if she grew up, it would be great if she became an adult, it would be great if she could become very, very powerful.
Mu Hui looked at her side face and said nothing to refute her. He just said something that could not catch his emotions, "Okay, grow up, grow up, grow up quickly."
It doesn't have to grow into a towering tree, nor does it have to grow into a tough boulder. It just needs to grow into a white lilac, small and cute, quiet and tight, blooming by itself and fragrant by itself.
Please note when eating:
1. The multiple identities of the male and female protagonists are to be revealed. The plot is divided into several major plots: the human world, the capital, and the grassland.
2. Emotionally sweet, redemptive. (Is he)
3. The male protagonist is emotionally stupid. He is most relaxed when facing people who are close to him. This is also the time when his IQ is at its lowest (because he will not be bothered by all kinds of worries).
Intention: The sound of wind rustles and old friends return home