The moment the ribbon fell, she suspected that she had hallucinations.
The red veil under the hexagonal pavilion was full of red, and the red veil that was rolled up by the wind stretched over the red carpet to the feet, and the pink petals were flying all over the sky. The red silk hanging down the branches, and the palace lanterns painted with red happy characters.
Everything, everything, is as beautiful as a heart-shaking picture.
"This--"
She opened her mouth, and a drop of tears suddenly fell into her squishy eyes without warning.
He was completely caught off guard. It turned out that this was what he had been busy with these days.
Feichen smiled lightly, stretched his good-looking eyebrows, leaned over and kissed her tears gently, "Do you like it?"
"laugh--"
Su Kui smiled with tears, and gave him a dissatisfied look, but couldn't help but clenched his hands on his shoulders, saying, "Not dust, not dust, not dust, I will do this for women."
Feichen helpless, with a slightly thin palm around her waist gently, his eyes focused, "I will only do it for you in this life, and I will only do it for you alone."
Su Kui rubbed his shirt, and the little face buried in his chest was already full of intoxicating smiles.
"Qingyue, marry me."
Heartstrings moved slightly, Su Kui looked up at him, and found that he looked solemn and focused on romance.
"In this life, I only wish to protect you alone."
Su Kui quietly waited for him to say it, and suddenly wrapped around his neck without warning, and kissed his cold lips on tiptoe.
With the touch of his lips, a trance of small words overflowed from his mouth.
"I thought I was already the lady in this house--"
The eyes were bright, and the cold eyes suddenly burst into infinite tenderness, as if the stars reflected in the sky.
The red yarn was still fluttering in the wind, and the sandalwood was rising slowly, and there were two faint figures, shadowy, hidden behind the veil.
Ten fingers interlocked, forehead close to each other, lingering to death--
There is no fierce movement, only the eternal lingering feelings.
At this moment, it seems that even the wind has become gentle. There is no need for guests or banquets. This world is their witness, and the cherry blossoms dancing all over the sky are dancing for them.
The half-covered clear eyes are sentimental, and the place within reach is the ultimate destination of the soul.
The pale lips slowly burst into a smile.
Ten li in the spring breeze, not as good as the one in front of you--
Qingqiu Mountain is still that Qingqiu, but there is one person missing, and suddenly I feel that everything is different.
She gradually replaced her former aunt and became the heir to the next high priest. She cast aside all her innocence, ignorance, and arrogance, and became calm, calm, and unlike herself.
She will never live out of her aunt's arbitrariness, she doesn't have the aunt's swaying passion, looking forward to romance. There is also no aunt's kind of steadfastness who gave up the thousand-year cultivation base for the sake of love.
She also never met a man who held her in his palm and cared for him like Master Feichen.
Since the aunt's bones were removed, she had completely disconnected from Qingqiu. She passed by the world several times, and quietly went to the rouge shop where she once lived. Outside the shop, the withered leaves were withered, and the building was already empty.
I heard that there is an enviable couple in Yanyu Alley. The man is like an immortal, and the woman is all over the country. They have a very good relationship.
She was a little late after all, and I don't know how many years will be after seeing her again.
Just about to turn around, there was a sound in her ear that seemed to have come to her after a thousand years of time, "Ling Ruo?"
She turned her head, her brows faintly, and a small smile, "Ah, a long time no see."
"Yeah, long time no see -"