——What's the point of hiding a fallen flower? I give you a pen, a pen that can "draw" and "write" anything you want to record.
——Your ice shell that repels people thousands of miles away cannot block this spring light, nor can it block my interest.
——Next time we meet, will you still be "clean"?
"Qingluan perches on the sycamore tree, the cold moon shines on the snowy peak..."
"Thousands of years of fate have not ended, we meet in dreams..."
The singing stopped suddenly - Yue Wuchen turned around and found Xu Qingchuan staring at his hair. The green luan jade hairpin came loose at some point, and her silver hair fell down like a waterfall, shining like moonlight under the light of the glass lamp.
"It is a legend in our clan..." Xu Qingchuan stretched out his hand to catch a strand of hair, "When you see the look of the person you like, you are destined to be married for three lifetimes."
Yue Wuchen stopped the swing and stood up in the rain of falling white plum blossoms. He is half a head shorter than Xu Qingchuan, but at this moment he can look down at him because he is standing on the swing. When his fingertips touched Xu Qingchuan's eyebrows, he felt the other person's sudden and rapid breathing.
"Three lives are too long." Yue Wuchen said softly, "Let's see how you perform in this life."
Intention: The moonlight is not as cold as you